There's a very fine line between one person's reality and another person's fantasy.

Love's an excuse to get hurt.

My Brother went to college To become a doctor And if he studies hard enough He'll end up just like papa, who hates his life.

The first music I ever got into was the '80s alternative bands that my brother listened to, like The Cure and The Smiths and R.E.M. and Fugazi. I can remember specifically saying The Cure was my favorite band back in second grade.

And me I'm in my bedroom drawing in my notebook Because my hand thinks I'm an artist But my heart knows I'm a poet It's just words they mean so little to me.

You should never be embarrassed by your trouble with living, because it's the ones with the sorest throats who have done the most singing.

And the sad act like lepers They stick to the shadows They long to ring bells of warning To tell of their coming So that the pure can shut their doors.