you take back your wordsjust as easily as you gave themone thing means somethingthen it becomes nothingand i look like a foolmaybe its because you used to have meaning behind what you saidbut now you say anything to keep me at the end of your fishing lineyou pull a little when you need it and […]
while i hate to admit it romance died a long time agothe flowers wilted and the chocolates have gone rottenthere is no meeting him at the bar anymoreinstead he wants to meet you in his bedthere’s no roses petals and candlesand your first time won’t be a fairytalei’d hate to have someone tell you otherwisewe are so glued […]
