It's ok to be sad. I've been trained to love my darkness.

The mirror is my best friend because when I cry it never laughs.

I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying.

Tears were for the weaker days, I'm stronger now.

I feel quite sad for the young musicians coming up because they may never get to pay their rent properly. It doesn't matter what the genre; nowadays, it's so much harder than it ever was.

Sometimes, when I'm alone, I cry, 'cause I am on my own. The tears I cry are bitter and warm. They flow with life, but take no form. I cry because my heart is torn. I find it difficult to carry on. If I had an ear to confide in, I would cry among my treasured friends, but who do you know that stops that long, to help another carry on?