I feel like everything I do makes people feel really uncomfortable.
When my world seems to crumble all around, and foolish people try to bring me down, I just think of your smile face, and I'm flying.
I became an overachiever to get approval from the world.
I miss New York. I still love how people talk to you on the street - just assault you and tell you what they think of your jacket.
My life is not a game that I play to entertain you.
It takes a Real man to fill my shoes.