Inside every believe, there's a lie.

I would have remembered the good stuff. Nobody ever remembers the good stuff.

I just happen to comprehend the low standards of the majority of the music-buying public, and I don’t care how condescending that sounds, it’s true. They always go for the shiny gimmicks. Always.

I try to find meaning anywhere I can. It's the only way I know how to validate my existence.

And no matter what anybody says about grief and about time healing all wounds, the truth is, there are certain sorrows that never fade away until the heart stops beating and the last breath is taken.

I didn’t write that song to try and win you over, or to steal you away from him. I wrote it because I knew I never could.

The phrase what I want struck me. It contains so much entitlement, so many complications, but encompasses only what a person doesn't have.