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

I tried so hard and got so far. But in the end, it doesn’t even matter.

I need a little room to breathe cause I am one step closer to the edge. And I’m about to break.

Time is a valuable thing. Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings. Watch it count down to the end of the day, the clock ticks life away!

I’m tired of being what you want me to be, feeling so faithless, lost under the surface. Don’t know what you’re expecting of me, put under the pressure of walking in your shoes.

And you think compassion’s a flaw And you’ll never let it show and you’re sure you’ve hurt in a way that no one will ever know.

In my opinion, the best fans on the planet really did put us where we are.

The very worst part of you is me.

There was a really strong and intense bond with a lot of those early fans, some of whom became what we call lifers.

But trying to be genuine was harder than it seemed.

Against my will I stand beside my own reflection.

What’s the worst thing I’ve stolen? Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. Where I’ve either wasted their time or hurt them in some way.

All I want to do, is be more like me, and less like you.

I don’t like to hold back, because that’s how you hurt yourself.

Never forget the blood sweat and tears, the uphill struggle over years the fear and, trash talking and the people it was to, and the people that started it just like you.

The sun doesn’t give light to the moon, assuming the moon’s gonna owe it one.

Against my will I stand beside my own reflection.

I’ve just always been very aware and careful of everything so that I can be ready for the perfect opportunities as they come. I don’t take anything for granted or wait for anything to come to me.

In my blinding drive to excel, in my need to do things perfectly, I’d missed the signs and taken the wrong road.

Comparisons are easily done, once you’ve had a taste of perfection.

Maybe you’re the reason why all doors are closed, so you can open one that leads you to the perfect road.

There are a lot of things that are personally uncomfortable to show, especially me without makeup and completely bloated or crying. But I’ve realized that it’s time for me to show my audience that you don’t have to be perfect to achieve your dreams. Because nobody relates to being perfect.

It’s no secret that I love miniature things, and my little Nugget is the perfect testament.

Harvard takes perfectly good plums as students, and turns them into prunes.

So you can open one that leads you to the perfect road.