You speak to me in riddles, you speak to me in rhymes, my body aches to breathe your breath, your word keeps me alive.

If I cried me a river of all my confessions, would I drown in my shallow regret?

I want to be alone. Sympathies wasted on my hollow shell. I feel there's nothing left to fight for. No reason for a cause.

Hold on...Hold on to yourself. This is going to hurt like hell.

I don't follow any organized religion, but I do believe in the idea of god as a verb - being love and light. And that we are part of everything as everything is part of us.

I was raised with a mother who told me that I wouldn't succeed, that I wasn't good enough. Even at the pinnacle of my success, she'd come to a show, and there'd be, like, 10,000 people screaming. And she'd say, "I just don't get it." I think she had so little faith in herself and her abilities as a parent that she couldn't imagine any offspring of hers could do so well. And all that did was drive me to push back. If someone says, "You can't do this," I'm like, "F-ck you! Oh, yes I can, and I will."

Once there was a darkness, a deep and endless night, you gave me everything you had and oh, you gave me light