“I swear there ain’t no time for women on the come up.”

You’re only the love of my life.

I dreamed it all ever since I was young.

I learned more than I cared to discover.

I feel just like a rockstar.

There’s always gonna be setbacks; there’s always gonna be knockdowns. There’s always gonna be people telling you, Hey, you suck!

Your growth scares people who don’t want to change.

You make my life so hard but that’s what gets me off.

I might wear skinny pants one day; I might wear thrift shop pants the next day.

I Used to have friends now but I got enemies.

If y’all are actually my fans and friends and love me and want me to be mentally stable, can y’all please let me live? I’m trying my best here. That’s all I can do.

You know that I’m too drunk to talk right now. You put your cigarette out on my face.

I’m just a fun guy.

I’m hungry. I’m ready to grow.

I’m trying to bring a little bit of every type of sauce into one type of sound. Something that’s really fresh.

Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation.

I’m no good at goodbyes.

My poetry breaks and cries. I think I really need to let you go this time.

How strange that our hearts heal from the same thing that broke it -love.

I tell myself I can live without you. And it terrifies me that I don’t know how to.

There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe, but not for us.

We’re a very expensive group; we break a lot of rules. It’s unheard of to combine opera with a rock theme, my dear.

I couldn’t help wondering if that was what God put me on Earth for–to find out how much a man could take without breaking.

I ache to know how it feels to be without having a weight on my soul.

I will never find peace in my broken pieces.