There will be days when I walk in an arena and people will cheer and then there might be days when I walk in an arena and people might boo, but it all sounds the same to me because it’s all just noise that lets me know that I’m relevant.
I’m obsessed with perfection. I want to work. I don’t want to stop. I want to take advantage and make myself the best possible me that I can be.
It’s great when two strangers become best friends but not when best friends become two strangers.
Reviews condition people. At the end of the day, a lot of human minds are malleable. They can be easily shaped with strong words.
The game ain’t always fair and that’s the thing though. You can play your heart out, everyone don’t get a ring though.
The worse feeling is when someone makes you feel special, then suddenly leaves you hanging, and you have to act like you don’t care at all.
Lights get low and that’s when I have my brightest ideas.
Haters will broadcast your failure, but whisper your success.
If a guy can’t handle you in sweatpants, than he doesn’t deserve you in a wedding dress.
Pain makes you stronger. Fear makes you braver. Heartbreak makes you wiser.
To be human is to be broken and broken is its own kind of beautiful.
If you were a star you’d be the one I’m searching for
The hardest thing about the business is minding your own.
I always view my music like a city at night, like Atlanta. I view my music in lights. So Far Gone would be my experiences in Toronto at night.
You don’t make stupid internet videos or show people you have too much free time, you just say the right things and they’ll be like, Damn this dude’s a real person and I can relate to that. That can make somebody’s life, that can make somebody’s day, that can be a line that they never forget.
Time has told me not to ask for more, someday our ocean will find its shore.
Life is but a memory Happened long ago. Theatre full of sadness For a long forgotten show.
I never felt magic crazy as this I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea I never held emotion in the palm of my hand Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree But now you’re here Brighten my northern sky.
If you would and you could brighten my northern sky.
Fame is but a fruit tree- so very unsound. It can never flourish ’till its stock is in the ground.