I Won't Let You Close Enough To

I Get So Nervous On Stage I Can't Help But Talk. I Try. I Try Telling My Brain: Stop Sending Words To The Mouth. But I Get Nervous And Turn Into My Grandma. Behind The Eyes It's Pure Fear. I Find It Difficult To Believe I'm Going To Be Able To Deliver.

I've Been Singing Properly Every Day Since I Was About Fifteen Or Sixteen, And I Have Never Had Any Problems With My Voice, Ever. I've Had A Sore Throat Here And There, Had A Cold And Sung Through It, But That Day It Just Went While I Was Onstage In Paris During A Radio Show. It Was Literally Like Someone Had Pulled A Curtain Over It.

Next Time I'll Be Braver, I'll Be My Own Savior, Standing On My Own Two Feet.

My Worst Fear Is My Music Won't Connect With The Public.

I Don't Make Music For Eyes. I Make Music For Ears.