Even now I do not consider myself to be some kind of great, sexy beauty.
I don't hate you, I love you, you're part of myself, you're my heart and when you go it's my heart torn out and carried away
I'm the kind of boy that can fall in love with any girl because I love with the heart, not the eyes.
I know my heart will never be the same
But I'm telling myself I'll be okay
When my dad left, you know, I'd give my mum hell sometimes, but really she's the one that stayed, isn't she? Poor cow, she didn't need that kind of aggravation.
I don't like myself you know. I love myself. I'm devoted to myself till my dying day. But I don't like myself.
It's always hard to remember love — years pass and you say to yourself, Was I really in love, or was I just kidding myself? Was I really in love, or was I just pretending he was the man of my dreams? Was I really in love, or was I just desperate?
I feel like when I work that is my time to express myself and to be creative and to really delve into somebody else’s mind, heart and psyche. That is my thing.
I really love to skate, I really love to perform. I want to skate for my fans. I never feel like a champion. I'm always a challenger.
All the girls say they love me
all their mums say I'm lovely —
ever since I lived in the clouds.