“Come back. These broken pieces couldn’t beat anymore.”

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.

Her eyes are my favorite book to read.

I miss the love I used to see in her eyes.

On my silent days, I miss you a little louder.

She used to sleep listening to his heartbeat on his arm.

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

Her image flickered all night in my tear-filled eyes.

Her memories cripple me at night.

You left my heart drowning in the sea of loneliness.

All I need is her lap to rest and her smile to gaze.

My streets are missing your visits.

A generation that has taken a beating is always followed by a generation that deals one.

Beat the odds they don’t wanna see you greater.

You feel happy when you stop beating yourself up for who you are and what you like.

A hot producer might not make a hot beat for me. I just love music.

First principle: never to let one’s self be beaten down by persons or by events.

If you can feel that staying human is worth while, even when it can’t have any result whatever, you’ve beaten them.

When it comes to being badass nothing beats this It took me 17 years and 114 days to become an overnight success.

Pitching always beats batting – and vice-versa.