“I’m sorry never made it better. I just let it suffice.”

Love me to the bone beneath the nerves beyond my mistakes beneath my veins and even as my heart breaks. Love me entirely or not at all.

I’m stuck between loving life and losing my faith in humanity.

I’m not looking for perfect just something worth believing in.

I felt for so long like love had forgotten my name until the day you said it.

I can’t think of anything more beautiful than being loved by you.

Night falls, and the wounds we try to pretend we don’t have begin to haunt us.

The war between my mind and my heart has been the biggest destruction of my peace.

We cling to others because we feel like we won’t be able to do better. If you keep telling yourself that, then that’s all you’ll ever believe.

We willingly bleed ourselves dry for those we care without ever stopping to question, when is it enough?

I never wanted perfect. I just wanted happy. I’m still figuring out what that looks like.

In a world where so many yearn to be liked I rather be respected.

I write what I can’t say. I weep for these emotions.

I will minimize your place in my life till your absence is no longer an issue.

Not everyone you love is going to love you the way you need.

Sometimes letting go isn’t the loss you think it is.

Do not make excuses for someone not reciprocating what you give. You deserve someone who’s supportive and brings you happiness.

When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?

It’s better to be silent than to be a fool.

My songs always sound a lot better in person than they do on the record.

I have no desire to write my own biography, as long as I have strength and means to do better work.

The start to a better world is the belief that it is possible.

I’m not one of those people that goes into details of my personal life on national TV to get attention. Some things are better left unsaid.

If evolution was worth its salt, it should’ve evolved something better than ‘survival of the fittest.’ I think a better idea would be ‘survival of the wittiest.’ At least, that way, creatures that didn’t survive could’ve died laughing.

If a path to the better there be, it begins with a full look at the worst.