“All I wanted was to break your walls, all you wanted was to break me”

Life’s what you make it.

I thought that we were getting somewhere, but we’re still nowhere at all. I watch your tail lights fading, I try but a tear won’t fall.

Music is what I breath, what I love to do. It keeps me alive.

Just because you’re an artist doesn’t give you an excuse to be an asshole.

I want to be real. I want to be a real person. That’s what an artist is. An artist has to be honest. Without honesty, there’s nothing.

The Moment You Stop Making Mistakes Is The Moment You Stop Learning

And I hope you find it, what your looking for, and I hope it’s everything you dreamed your life could be and so much more.

You know, what can I say. If a relationship can’t work out, make a record.

I always say the minute I stop making mistakes is the minute I stop learning and I’ve definitely learned a lot.

Growing up is important, and I’ve got to do that gracefully, but also keep myself at a good pace.

I love my fans more than life itself.

I remember a lot of people, but when I meet people and I’m stoned, I’m not as good with names.

When in doubt dance out.

It just kills me to see people lose someone they love, so I want to do as much as I can: give money to doctors and hospitals; get nurses in there that care; put a smile on a little kid’s face.

Anyone that hates on you is always below you, because they’re just jealous of what you have.

Being famous is like a dream come true but it’s really difficult because you lose your freedom. I don’t want to lose being a kid.

Now she won’t play with fire her heart got burned so often.

No one can break me down. I know my worth and its a beautiful thing.

Gotta take a risk, take a chance, make a change, and break away. I won’t forget the place I came from.

You can ravish your woman so deeply that her surrender breaks your heart into light.

Religions have depended on the relative isolation and ignorance of their flocks, forever and this is all breaking down.

You are the book I keep closed, for some stories are not easy to read. But flowers bloom in between like the story is still alive.

My longing is to have you back. Your body, your soul all at once.

Love today. Gone tomorrow. Now you pass each other like strangers on a busy street.