“What goes up will surely fall and I’m counting down the time.”

I want to find something I’ve wanted all along somewhere I belong.

I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress, handful of anger, held in my chest.

I watch how the moon sits in the sky in the dark night, shining with the light from the sun, and the sun doesn’t give light to the moon assuming, the moon’s gonna owe it one.

Sometimes solutions aren’t so simple; sometimes goodbye’s the only way.

This isn’t what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would have you running from me.

When life leaves us blind, love keeps us kind.

I always wanted to be a rock star. That was my childhood dream. That’s what I told everybody I was going to be when I grew up.

This lack of self-control I fear is never ending.

Like it doesn’t cater to the rich and abandon the poor.

Success is nice, but it shouldn’t be the only reason why you’re a musician.

Even those who never frown eventually break down.

Who cares if one more light goes out?

No need to hear your voice or see your face to know that you are with me.

You’re constantly trying to prove yourself, even after you’ve made it.

Sometimes I remember the darkness of my past, bringing back these memories I wish I didn’t have.

I’m strong on the surface, not all the way through. I’ve never been perfect, but neither have you.

Death means my present physical costume ends.

To argue with a person who has renounced the use of reason is like administering medicine to the dead.

To Harry Secombe: I hope you die first as I don’t want you singing at my funeral.

I want to live where the clouds touch the sky. I’m told the love their never dies.

Love is like a dying ember, only memories remain.

This is a good day to die. Follow me!

Do not contemplate on death; it is just an incident in life; contemplate on God, who is the master of all life.

I Came To Mumbai With Just Rs. 1,500. My Mother Gave Me Before She Died.