We dreamt of a crappy apartment somewhereMaking love while we let the midnight airFlow through the open window, into our closed heartsLeft bitter from heartbreak and too much time apart

Friday night's alright for fightingSaturday, Sunday, Monday tooEvery night is a night of fightingWith family and friends like you

There is a voice in my head that is only silenced by the scratching of my pen

I'm sick of the images trapped in my headI'm sick of being preoccupied with the dead

Starving artist: starving for affection, starving for attention

Will I ever see the mountains or am I doomed to roam the flatlands?

Traveling down a road of self-destructionWith no room for any reconstruction

I remember all the things we said we'd doAnd how not a single thing we said was true

I still think that the greatest suffering is being lonely, feeling unloved, just having no one... That is the worst disease that any human being can ever experience.

You can tease it's mane all you like, but you can't turn a house cat into a lion.

There is a shortage of doctors, and the American Medical Association is aiming to keep it that way.

The least deviation from truth will be multiplied later.

I gotta friend who spends his life, stabbing my picture with a bowie knife. Dreams of strangling me with a scarf, when my name comes up he pretends to barf.

Length of days with an evil heart is only length of misery.

Columbia tried to put me behind other groups, so I didn't wanna wait, they let me out of the contract and I'm glad they did.

Just don't pull out your phone at all on the first date.

Don't be arrogant, because arrogance kills curiosity and passion.

Its important for women to work. They need to keep their independence, to keep earning and being challenged.