I have fallen, I have sunk so low. I have messed up, better I should know.

We're constantly being told what other people think we are, and that's why it is so important to know yourself.

In the arms of the angel, fly away from here....you are pulled from the wreckage, of your silent reverie, you're in the arms of the angel, may you find some comfort here.

I have fallen, I have sunk so low. I have messed up, better I should know.

I write music all the time. When I talk about having writer's block, it's more to do with lyrics than anything else

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."

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