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

Don't let your life pass you by, weep not for the memories.

You take me in, no questions asked. You strip away the ugliness that surrounds me. Are you an angel?

Through this world I've stumbled, so many times betrayed, trying to find an honest word, to find the truth enslaved.

You're in the arms of the Angels; may you find some comfort here.

All the fear has left me now, I'm not frightened anymore. It's my heart that pounds beneath my flesh, it's my mouth that pushes out this breath.

It's a very romantic sentiment, but to think that you would die if you didn't write, well, I would definitely choose to not write and live