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

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.

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.

People happy in love have an air of intensity.

Victims of the violence are black and white, rich and poor, young and old, famous and unknown. They are most important of all, human beings whom other human beings loved and needed.

I love judges, and I love courts. They are my ideals, that typify on earth what we shall meet hereafter in heaven under a just God.

I’m not unreasonable I just think it’s very reasonable you would fall in love with me.

I love her beauty, but I fear her mind.

It is not your fault for falling in love with the wrong person. It is easy to mistake familiarity for love, if the love you received as a child was flawed.

I wish I was as good at love as I am at falling apart.

I love women. I actually prefer girls, as a parent, because they disappoint at a different age. They go through that, “Dad’s an idiot,” which lasted a little longer than I’d like.