One direction, nominado a los Brit Awards

I want to write you a song

I wanna write you a song
One as beautiful you are sweet
With just a hint of pain
For the feeling that I get when you are gone
I wanna write you a song

Bulletproof Picasso

Am I made of paper
'Cause I tear so easily
Am I made of vapor
Because I disappear
Do I have to have a reason

For anything I feel
Just be glad I'm real
Glad I'm real
Am I real

Kiss me kiss me

Woah oh, woah ohhh, woah oh
Here´s to teenage memories
Woah oh, woah ohhh, woah oh
Here´s to teenage

She´s kinda hot

My girldfriend´s bitchin cos I always sleep in
She´s always screaming when she´s calling her friends
She´s kinda hot though
Yeah... She´s kinda hot though

History

You gotta help me, I´m losing my mind
Keep getting the feeling
You wanna leave this all behind
Thought we were going strong
I though we were holding on, aren´t we

light me up

I´m finding my heart, using my hands
You´re my feet on the ground, my footprints
From where I began
I still carry your love, I feel your love