“I think my melodies are superior to my lyrics.”
“Even the second time around, the lyrics and melody reached through my ears, bypassed my brain, and went straight to my heart, where they wriggled around, causing a hundred different pains.”
“Life is like a beautiful melody, only the lyrics are messed up.”
“Music is my life, the lyrics are my story.”
“If I look at my old lyrics, they seem to be full of rage, but empty. There was an emptiness in my life.”
“If conversation was the lyrics, laughter was the music, making time spent together a melody that could be replayed over and over without getting stale.”