If I stay. If I live. It's up to me.

Doubt is part of searching. Same as faith.

Barrel of the gun, rounds one two three She says I have to pick: choose you, or choose me Metal to the temple, the explosion is deafening Lick the blood that covers me She’s the last one standing “Roulette” Collateral Damage, Track 11

About being grateful for what you have instead of yearning for what you think you want.

The truth and its opposite are flip sides of the same coin.

There’s a piece of lead where my heart should beat Doctor said too dangerous to take out You’d better just leave it be Body grew back around it, a miracle, praise be Now, if only I could get through airport security “bullet

You meet people, you part ways, sometimes you cross paths again. Mostly, you don't.