“I want to find something I’ve wanted all along somewhere I belong.”

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.

I don’t like to hold back, because that’s how you hurt yourself.

Never forget the blood sweat and tears, the uphill struggle over years the fear and, trash talking and the people it was to, and the people that started it just like you.

The sun doesn’t give light to the moon, assuming the moon’s gonna owe it one.

Against my will I stand beside my own reflection.

I’m losing what I don’t deserve.

Even those who never frown, eventually break down.

The truth is that trust is a gift, it’s something we all can lose so hold on, it’s not where it goes, it’s where it can lead you to.

I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress, handful of anger, held in my chest.

I watch how the moon sits in the sky in the dark night, shining with the light from the sun, and the sun doesn’t give light to the moon assuming, the moon’s gonna owe it one.

Sometimes solutions aren’t so simple; sometimes goodbye’s the only way.

Why is there anything at all rather than nothing whatsoever?

Hollywood – that’s a place where love is viewed both pragmatically and philosophically in the saying, ‘Tis better to have loved and divorced than never to have had any publicity at all.

It had never occurred to me that our lives, which had been so closely interwoven, could unravel with such speed.

Things that are not at all, are never lost.

And again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! – But the great Faith is Love!

Coming home to yourself is the process of remembrance.

Behind every cloud is another cloud.

Because maybe, in a way, we didn’t leave it behind nearly as much as we might once have thought. Because somewhere underneath, a part of us stayed like that: fearful of the world around us, and no matter how much we despised ourselves for it–unable quite to let each other go.