Without inspiration, we’re all like a box of matches that will never be lit.
You have to think about how you're going to present yourself and want people, wanna show your stuff and who you are
you'll never be lonely if you learn to be friend your self
Every time I would think about my purpose, the answers seemed to come in sounds. In melodies. In feelings.
Whenever this person comes (the right girl) I'm sure you'll feel something you know
do u ever think, when ur all alone, all tht we could be, where this can go, am i crazy, or falling in love?