The difference is, Now I cant call you anymore…I cant hear your calming voice, I cant hear your wordsThat made me always feel better, Now I am just all aloneIn this dark and cold room

I feel so lonely every night and every day and I still push everyone away…

I can’t get her out of my head

Thinking about going to the balcony and jumping off.

I'm sorry...I just don't know what's wrong with me..

Long time ago I had this thing called hope, but like I said it was long ago

Cried myself to sleep-woke up crying…

We will not be led like sheep to the slaughter.

My parents didn't make a lot of money. My dad was not a high school graduate - he didn't have a career as such; he was a printing salesman essentially for most of his working life.

What musicals need is a new me.

And you're too nice," he added, above the lap-lap of the water and the patter of sand on the water-lily leaves. "I was relying on you being too jealous to let that demon near the place.

The best happiness will be to escape the worst misery.

All this role model bullshit; you don't have any extra responsibilities because you made some good songs! Your only responsibility is to make good songs.

There is nothing a good long walk can't help work out.

We've been in each other's pockets our entire lives.

I'm trying to be slightly happier with myself. No one really wants to be miserable all the time.

Sister Mary was a nurse and nurses, whatever their creed, are primarily nurses, which had a lot to do with wearing your watch upside down, keeping calm in emergencies, and dying for a cup of tea.