“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.”

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.

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.

Like all great stories it started with a kiss and ended with a long and slow goodbye that went silent – in the end.

I think everyone should get a little exposure to computer science because it really forces you to think in a slightly different way, and it’s a skill that you can apply in life in general, whether you end up in computer science or not.

With all the people in my life , I still end up saying I am alone.

We often think of prayer as a means to an end. Prayer is the goal.

He that made all things for love, by the same love keepeth them, and shall keep them without end.

It had to teach her to think of love as a state of grace: not the means to anything but the alpha and omega, an end it itself.

At the end of our lives we all ask, did i live? Did i love? Did i matter?

The end comes when the infinites arrive.