“You’re constantly trying to prove yourself, even after you’ve made it.”

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?

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

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

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

No matter how old we become, we can acquire knowledge and use it. We can gather wisdom and profit from it. We can grow and progress and improve-and, in the process, strengthen the lives of those within our circle of influence.

Habits are the compound interest of self-improvement

I still look at myself and want to improve.

A touch less ego and dash more humility will improve the quality of anything you turn your hand to.

The scope for improvement is infinite, precisely because perfection is unattainable.

You can’t improve on saying nothing.

Make two grins grow where there was only a grouch before.

As my Russian improves, I become increasingly conscious of just what sort of a society I live in.