And through timeless words and priceless pictures / We'll fly like birds not of this earth / And tides they turn and hearts disfigure / But that's no concern when we're wounded together / And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts / But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it
Monday, October 27
It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. You have no idea how much you've hurt me. You have no idea how I feel now. You have no idea the pain you've brought. I didn't lie to you. & you claimed I did. It hurts. It hurts a hell lot. Thanks a bunch.