“Let me take you to the moon, where only you can feel is love.”

I miss how her whisky lips used to run all over me.

I am just a star in the space of her memories.

My eyes thread of happiness leads back to you.

You were the hardest lesson I ever had to learn.

It’s hard to breathe when she is not around.

She is the moon covered in the dress of stars.

She is the answer to my every prayer.

Missing you come in waves. Tonight I am just drowning.

She is whisky in a teacup.

The most dangerous drug I know has brown eyes and a heartbeat.

She left the room. I am still talking to her fragrance.

Her voice still echoes in my void heart.

You smell so close when I am drunk in love.

The meaning of life has suddenly appeared in the spark of her eyes.

The stars, they keep talking about you.

Sad birds still sing.

We all have to control our feelings. That’s the thing that separates us from animals.

I can see how people work out to feel better.

When you are caught with a big shot, you don’t really feel it. It’s like being in a car crash, and maybe your arm has been ripped off… it is only when you look down at it that you realise it has happened.

I live in Paris but I feel I am a daughter of Europe.

I don’t wear heels every day, but when I’m out, that’s how I feel confident.

I was born a leader, never a follower. I never felt peer pressure. If the group goes left, I go right.

I never felt like an outsider in the industry.

No matter how big and strong you are even Tyson said he was scared as hell walking to the ring. Everyone feels the pressure.