I was never satisfied with casual encounters, I can't hide my need for two hearts that bleed with burning love.
You took a poison arrow and you aimed it at my heart. It's heavy and it's bitter, and it's tearing me apart.
Deep in my heart I'm concealing things that I'm longing to say. Scared to confess what I'm feeling - frightened you'll slip away.
As an artist myself, I know what it's like to put your heart and soul into something. You can feel the presence of another person.
I know the aspect of my personality, being the vixen, the heartbreaker and the incredibly provocative girl is a very marketable image, but it's not insincere. You just can't take it seriously.
If the land of make believe is inside your heart it will never leave.
I made a vow that I would never need another person ever. Turned my heart into a cage, a victim of a kind of rage.
You're frozen when your heart's not open
Rebel Heart changed everything. First of all, it drove me insane - and made me feel an overwhelming sense of anxiety. It made me second guess everything, because suddenly I thought, 'Oh god, everyone's heard all these demos.'
My father had to go to work, I used to think he was a jerk. I didn't know his heart was broken, and not another word was spoken.