“Against my will I stand beside my own reflection.”

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.

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.

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 stick my finger into existence and it smells of nothing.

He who is not angry when there is just cause for anger is immoral. Why? because anger looks to the good of justice. And if you could live amid injustice without anger, you are immoral as well as unjust.

The greatest hazard of all, losing one’s self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all.

Most men seem to live according to sense rather than reason.

What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music.

I do believe there are monstrous and evil acts, but I do not believe those who commit such acts are monsters or evil.

The first man gets the oyster, the second man gets the shell.

You don’t choose your family. They are God’s gift to you, as you are to them.