“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.”

Tried to give you warning, but everyone ignores me. Told you everything loud and clear, but nobody’s listening.

God bless us everyone, we’re broken people living under a loaded gun.

May your love never end and if you need a friend. There’s a seat along side me.

Time won’t heal this damage anymore. Don’t turn your back on me, I won’t be ignored.

Your guilty all the same. Too sick to be ashamed. You want to point the finger, but there’s no one else to blame.

Do I trust some, and get fooled by phoniness, or do I trust no one and live in loneliness?

When my time comes, forget the wrong that I’ve done. Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed.

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.

If you’re hurting, don’t be afraid to seek the help you need! Speak to someone – it may just change your life.

A human-being is not a human-being while his tendencies include self-indulgence, covetousness, temper and attacking other people.

But what’s real? You can’t find the truth. You just pick the lie you like best. As long as you know that everything’s a lie, you can’t hurt yourself.

Anger is nothing more than an outward expression of hurt, fear and frustration

Bitterness is the coward’s revenge on the world for having been hurt.

Letting go does not mean that you are giving up or that you are weak. It could just mean that you are no longer allowing what hurts you to control you.

It’s ok to be not ok.

I managed to cut myself loose and while there was pain – there weren’t any blood.