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.

You pick me up and brush me off and tell me I'm okay, sometimes that's just what we need to get us through the day.

I'm a closet Backstreet Boys fan. They're very sweet

Music is very nebulous, and you can conjure up a lot of moods with music. But lyrics - they're a lot more tangible. They're much more specific. And you want to say something meaningful and creative and artistic and that tells a story and that takes people someplace else.

I've learned to trust myself, to listen to truth, to not be afraid of it and to not try and hide it.

You made my world stand still, and in that stillness, there was a freedom I never felt before.