I'm getting too used to this way of life. Fame is a baby, she rocks me at night. Far from the cold and the brash city lights. We purchase from sorrow a moment's respite.
Why does he still go on like she's a baby. Saying that's no kind of language for a lady?. He knows she hates that word, that's why he said it.. He can be childish too and she won't forget it..
Some things never seem to change. Kids still call each other names. Should get better, but it's sad and strange. Every insult still the same. . Growing up in small town hell.