Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.
My life is full of drama and I won’t have time to worry about something as petty as what I look like.
I never knew my dad. He has no fuckin right to talk about me.
I think I might make a hip-hop record, because all I’m listening to is Nicki Minaj and Kanye West and Drake and stuff like that. No, I doubt I’ll make a hip-hop record, but I don’t think I’d have the swagger to get away with it. Not with this accent anyway. It would be annoying. It would be like a kind of sketch show if I did it.
I always tried to disguise the true depth of my devastation by something kind of humorous or something that wasn’t real.
I love seeing Katy Perry’s boobs and bum. Love it. But that’s not what my music is about. I don’t make music for eyes. I make music for ears.
See how I’ll leave with every piece of you. Don’t underestimate the things that I will do.
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited but I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it. I had hoped you’d see my face & that you’d be reminded that for me, it isn’t over.
God only knows what we’re fighting for. All that I say, you always say more.
Nevermind, I’ll find someone like you.