I do my thing and you do your thing. You are you and I am I. And if in the end we end up together, it’s beautiful.
—All You Ever
I wish you could say all these things to me, but I know you never would.
Who cries knowing you don’t care and Who worries what the future holds, Who fears the road ahead and Who’s heart is turning into stone. Who prays for your safe return and who misses you when you’re away, Who’s tired of empty promises and who’s tired of all the games you play. Tell me whatchya ya gonna do when I’m gone
—What You Gonna Do When I’m Gone —Hunter Hayes