Let me tell you something:

if we were on a plane and it was about to crash and there was only one parachute, I'd really really miss you

I dream of you without your clothes on, i think you're really buff when will i get to see you strip? imagination's not enough

It's like heaven on Earth when i think about you

Crying tears of acid
burning and yearning
begging and pleading
i'm dead yet still alive

If Collingwood can achieve something, then so can i!

The day we say goodbye... i want to die lying in your arms... always...

You say you're a master of roads? well then tell me where the path to my heart is

There must be some clovers in the atmosphere

Love is like heaven but hurts like hell

Love is like a garden: it takes forever to grow and if not fed properly will wither and die