I Think People Think I'm Harder And

People That Were In My Life For A Long Time Turned Sinister And Tried To Control Me, And All Kinds Of Weird Stuff Happened. But There Was No Conscience Involved; That Threw Me More Than Anything.

If I'm Alone Too Long I Think Too Much, And I'm Not Interested In Doing That. That Won't Lead Anywhere Good, I'm Sure. If I'm Busy I Tend To Stay Out Of Trouble. An Idle Mind Is The Devil's Playground.

Mostly Singing Was Cathartic, Writing Was Cathartic, Therapeutic. I Don't Think I Had A Goal, Particularly, To Sing Or Put It Out There For Anybody.

I Want To Write, I Want To Sing. I Want To Do The Same Thing For Others, Have My Music, Hopefully Do That For Others One Day, Not Realizing What I Sort Of Had To Climb. I Had An Idea A Little Bit, But I Think That I Underestimated The Whole Thing.

Being Elvis Presley's Daughter Is A Whole Lot Of Pressure. It's Been A Constant Burden In My Life.