Mir / Me Passen / Fit Verwirrend / Confusing Woher / Where
Faith never makes a confession.
Who's coming with me? I don't know where I'm going, but who's coming with me?
Conceit is the finest armour a man can wear.
I'm not confused. I'm just well mixed.
It's fun when you're confusing people.
On my tour, either they're coming to see me, or they're not.
Self confidence for me is a fragile fleece.
Film is changing, and it can't help but keep changing.
Boxing never hurt me at all.
