Gold and silver line my heart.
Too fast to live, too young to die.
I like sitting on the floor and looking through my window.
Everything you need to cover up you have been crying.
Dit lui que je ne l’aime plus. Dit lui que je ne veux plus le voir. Mais ne lui dit pas que je te l’ai dit en pleurant.
You don’t wanna turn around, you don’t wanna make me cry.
Is this happiness? I’ve been working hard and I am reaching my goals, one after another. But I’m still in love with my sadness. I’ve grown but I am still hurt and alone.
The power of youth is on my mind - sunsets, small town, I’m out of time.
Will you still love me when I shine from words but not from beauty?
Don’t come through, babe, you never do. Because I’m pretty when I cry.
I want to raise a little boy, drive a black Aston Martin and lead a charity organization to save the rhino’s.
When you realize you’re losing control of your heart.
I love how I get a little sad and happy at the same time when it’s raining. I love the smell of it and looking at the clouds.
There’s just so much beauty in the rain.