“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.”

Tried to give you warning, but everyone ignores me. Told you everything loud and clear, but nobody’s listening.

God bless us everyone, we’re broken people living under a loaded gun.

May your love never end and if you need a friend. There’s a seat along side me.

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.

Fear does not prevent death. It prevents life.

The only thing that scares me more than standing out is not standing out at all.

The warmth is spring is near. It smells of hope and cheer. The budding bulbs of daffodils will end the endless fear.

Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.

Charity puts and end to poverty; righteous conduct to misery; discretion to ignorance; and scrutiny to fear.

People are good. No matter what. Beneath the rage and fear lies a wounded heart. We must do what we can do to heal it.

Remember that everyone you meet is afraid of something, loves something and has lost something.

A thing may be dreaded as long as it has not overtaken you.