“Like it doesn’t cater to the rich and abandon the poor.”

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.

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.

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