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

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?

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.

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.

Historians are prophets with their face turned backward.

A noble soul spreads even over a face in which the architectonic beauty is wanting an irresistible grace, and a often even triumphs over the natural disfavor.

The smile on your face is sometimes out of place, don’t mind no frowns, cheer down.

I like a fresh face. I like clean skin. Fresh skin, cute color on the lip, cat eye, mascara, and I’m good to go!

In middle school, we are all so damn insecure. It was the worst time for me, really destructive, like slapping myself across the face but loving it. Now I have to be an adult and change myself. I have to be a bigger person.

Our safety is not in blindness, but in facing our dangers.

Only the soldier is a free man, because he can look death in the face.

Many a smiling face hides a mourning heart; but grief alone teaches us what we are.