Remember like where you’ve come from. Know who you are.
Written in these walls are the stories that I can't explain
I can see how you could get dragged into the bad stuff, but I've got good friends around me, good family. I think I've got my head screwed on.
Tall girls are hot. Short girls are cute.
Truth is, I don't mind getting a black eye or broken arm for a girl as long as she's there to kiss it after.
I can take critism, but if it's like 'I don't like you' then I want to know why people don't like me. Why do you hate me? What have I done?