I write songs about you,not for you,but for me ;

you're my only exception.

remember the very first Sunday in the summer,i caught your eye and you caught mine ;

he love the sinners as much as he loves the little one ;

I just don't belong in a place like that ;

I miss no one.

all that people ever want is the confusing joy love brings.

irritated and cranky.fuck off if you have no business with me.seesh.

to wake up early for work tomorrow.fuck.

had a great day at lower seletar.