I don't want that boy to fall over for just a bird that forgot that her wings are broken.

I don't really wanna know what makes you leave, or when you'll be back.
I just wanna know what will make me cry at your arrival.

On the protocol, I don't know what to do... ain't good with talking to new girls... I even don't have a girl friend and the most shitty thing I am little afraid of nothing getting too much into it... knowing somebody and he starting to ignore you...

My love for you is like diarrhoea, it never stops.

What we don't know can't hurt us.

He says to us: They don't really do anything. Then he adds: But of course there is not a lot for them to do.