For nobody else, gave me thrill-with all your faults, I love you still. It had to be you, wonderful you, it had to be you.

I can't win. Love is Russian roulette for me.

In terms of love, you're not in control and I hate that feeling.

I'm possessed by love - but isn't everybody?

No one loves the real me inside. They're all in love with my fame, my stardom.

I fall in love far too quickly and end up getting hurt all the time. I've got scars all over.