You took a poison arrow and you aimed it at my heart. It's heavy and it's bitter, and it's tearing me apart.

You bring me to my knees, while I'm scratching out the eyes of a world I want to conquer, and deliver, and despise. And right while I am kneeling there, I suddenly begin to care. And understand that there could be a person that loves me.

My point of view and philosophy continues to change and grow. As the years go by you go through this evolution.

I don't give a damn if I go to hell.

What else is there for me to conquer? Hopefully my ego. How will I know when I've succeeded? When I stop caring what anyone thinks.

One of the many things I learned from all of this: If you aren't willing to fight for what you believe in, then don't even enter the ring.

There's a certain satisfaction in a little bit of pain.