“I can’t fall back, I came too far/Hold myself up, and love my scars.”

Memories consume, like opening the wound, I’m picking me apart again. You all assume, I’m safe here in my room, unless I try to start again.

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

Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed

The reality in terms of the way the music has connected globally has exceeded what any of us could’ve imagined.

I’ll face myself to cross out what I’ve become, erase myself, and let go of what I’ve done.

And when you’re feeling empty, keep me memory, and leave out all the rest, leave out all the rest.

The 2000s were full of baggy pants and colored hair.

I know I’ll never trust a single thing you say. You knew your lies would divide us, but you lied anyway. And all the lies have got you floating up above us all. But what goes up has got to fall

I tried so hard, and got so far, but in the end, it doesn’t even matter. I had to fall to lose it all, but in the end, it doesn’t even matter.

Crawling in my skin these wounds, they will not heal. Fear is how I fall confusing what is real.

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

Things aren’t the way they were before, you wouldn’t even recognize me anymore. Not that you knew me back then, but it all comes back to me in the end.

The hardest part of ending is starting again.

Everything you say to me takes me one step closer to the edge, and I’m about to break.

It’s harder starting over, than never to have changed.

Sometimes beginnings aren’t so simple, sometimes goodbye’s the only way.

Love said to me, there is nothing that is not me. Be silent.

I know what I want, I have a goal, an opinion, I have a religion and love. Let me be myself and then I am satisfied. I know that I’m a woman, a woman with inward strength and plenty of courage.

Love is so blind, it feels right when it’s wrong.

When I look in the mirror, I know I’m looking at someone who isn’t sure she deserves to be loved at all.

Love is something that never goes out of style.

Catch me, I’ve fallen in love for the first time.

Writing is like sex. First you do it for love, then you do it for your friends, and then you do it for money.

Where there is love there is life.