I live to hail that season by gifted one foretold, when men shall live by reason, and not alone by gold.
I've got my feet firmly on the ground, I can't see life changing too much. I reckon more girls will talk to me at college and more people will look at me, but they know me for who I am.
Fairytales have always got to have that scary quality, as long as you make them laugh.

