If you're not here I'm paralyzed.

I miss the taste of an ease.

Bring back those times, God. I beg You. Please.

The problem why I got stuck every time I want to write it down is because I have to write it not with my own language.

I don't want that to be happening. No way.

I'm afraid to wake up in the morning and then find myself unable to see what I used to see in you.

Why am I stuck thinking about your brother, Ed?

I want to write but I don't what to. HAH.

Scoring against utd makes you look hotter. Scoring against lfc makes you annoying, but playing in Anfield still makes you hot anyway (?)

Not gonna let that bastard ruin my moment. Not a chance.