Give Me Life, Give Me Pain, Give

Let's Be Honest. You Let Yourself Be Pulled In Because It Felt Good To Be Wanted, Needed. But Then It Went Too Far, As Projected Images Always Do. If It's Not A Real Image, But One That Has Been Projected On To You, Then You Can Keep Up The Masquerade For Only So Long Before The Mask Cracks And The Paint On The Mask Peels Away.

I Can't Believe That I Would Keep, Keep You From Flying And I Would Cry A Thousand More If That's What It Takes To Sail You Home.

There Is A Phenomenal Amount Of Pressure On Women In This Industry: They Are Considered Vintage By The Time They Hit Their Mid-30s.

It's [a Miscarriage] All Very Thief-in-the-night. No One Really Knows What To Say. You Go Into The Emergency Room, You Think You're Going To Be A Mum And You Walk Out Empty. It's All Neat And Tidy, There's This Potential Being In Your Life And You're Empty - All Cleaned Up And Put Back Together, But Completely Shattered.

A Guitarist Or A Drummer Can Get A Cold And Still Play; I Get A Cold And Sound Like A Wet Mitten Trying To Sing You A Love Song. Charming.