I look around and see the things I have, and I remember not having them. That is one thing that keeps me grounded. I'm definitely the same person I was. . . . I never lose me, I never lose the real person.
You look at me and see the girl,who lives inside the golden world,but don't believe, that's all there is to see,you'll never know the real me.
It seems as though I've always been,somebody outside looking in,well, here I am for all of them to bleed,but they can't take my heart from me,and they can't bring me to my knees,they'll never know the real me.
I'm really fortunate. I'm really happy, and I'm really really lucky to be where I am.
You talk to people and they seem really nice and then you read what they write and it's very disillusioning. You have to deal with how people let you down in terms of that. Because I think I'm basically a nice person and I think I'm a real person, and a lot of people aren't.
See, I'm looking for a man that'll rub me slow, make me sing real high when he goes down low.
I've seen the real extreme diva behaviour and I don't think that's who I am.