“Does caring make us weak? I think it makes us stronger, For it’s quite difficult To be selfless, But rather easy to be selfish.”

I stayed up with the moon again – She always listens to my cries.

I couldn’t dream of loving you anymore than I already do, Yet every day I wake up so much more in love with you.

Sometimes the words call out to me often waking me from a dream, And other times – Leaving me stranded within one.

I can’t help myself but stare off into empty space I don’t know where else to search for you, And I miss you so much.

When will we learn to respect one another, when will our egos learn to take a seat?

Don’t let anyone tame the wild horses that stampede inside your heart.

I may be incapable of adding Any moments onto our lives, Nor taking back my mistakes. But I could never ponder subtracting even a minute from our lives together.

I’ve become almost professional, at pushing the feelings aside, away, afar. It’s not hard at all, in fact, It’s a chore to feel anything at all.

Seasons change, With my heart along For the ride.

I love the idea of those Who sing in the car; Dance while they eat; Laugh at their own mistakes. I envy these people So in love with just existing.

Your Smile, that smile you beam From cheek to cheek, Has such a way of leaving me weak.

Don’t force yourself into crevices that are much too small For your big, wild heart.

The moon screams, “You’re running out of time,” But perhaps tomorrow is only A new beginning.

Maybe our story didn’t end the way we planned but, Neither did the beginning. Regardless, our story will remain as one of my fondest memories.

I’ve grown tired of playing the warrior In the battle between me And my demons.

It breaks my heart in half watching your spirit fall. So when the light is fading, can I be the one you call?

There are so many fans and so many people who care deeply about this game, and it is because of these fans that we are who we are as cricketers.

Money is my God. If you think God will help you then quit your job and see how much he cares.

Wendy Malick and Valerie Bertinelli make fun of me, but I take care of my health – I don’t abuse it.

Whether somebody think badly of me, whether somebody don’t feel that I should be doing this or I should be doing that way, I don’t really care. Whether they think that my fatigue is being laid, legs are skinny, I don’t care.

I bent for you until I broke, I wept for you until I woke, I cared for you but now I won’t.

I don’t care how many times I fail, for one day, I will succeed. And that success will be worth a million failures.

I don’t care about how many times somebody recognizes my face.

I don’t really care what type of beat it is. As long as it appeals to my ear, I’m gonna do a song to it.