Should I Give Up Or

Whenever I'm About To Eat Meat I Always See My Little Dog's Eyes.

So Is It Over Is This Really It You've Given Up So Easily I Thought You Loved Me More Than This

If I Were A Writer And Not A Singer In 10 Years, I Don't Know How I'd Feel About Writing Really Personal Songs And Getting Someone Else To Sing Them.

Mum Loves Me Being Famous! She Is So Excited And Proud, As She Had Me So Young And Couldn't Support Me, So I Am Living Her Dream, It's Sweeter For Both Of Us. It's Her 40th Birthday Soon And I'm Going To Buy Her 40 Presents.

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.