My Friends Joke That I’m Dead Until

Where I Come From It Was Really Unheard Of To Be At A Party And Someone Says, 'what Kind Of Music Do You Make?', And You Say, 'pop Music.' You May As Well Have 'i'm Not Cool' Stamped On Your Forehead.

I Learned That My Sadness Never Destroyed What Was Great About Me. You Just Have To Go Back To That Greatness, Find That One Little Light That's Left. I'm Lucky I Found One Little Glimmer Stored Away.

In The Book Of Gaga, Fame Is In Your Heart, Fame Is There To Comfort You, To Bring You Self-confidence And Worth Whenever You Need It.

I Feel That If I Can Show My Demise Artistically To The Public, I Can Somehow Cure My Own Legend.

Never Be Afraid To Dream.