I want you. I have for so long. I want you. Was I right, was I wrong. I want you. Through the pleasure and the pain. I want you. Again and again. I want you.
Good luck means nothing to me. So exactly what does that mean. For me now have I given up. On almost everything. . My scars are easy to see. Haunting reminders indeed.
Behind closed doors your words ring hollow. What you said they'd be. What behavior? Who are you? But I like it. Now I'm done with nothing new, sometimes green, sometimes blue.
Behind closed doors your words ring hollow. What you said they'd be. What behavior? Who are you? But I like it. Now I'm done with nothing new, sometimes green, sometimes blue.
Behind closed doors your words ring hollow. What you said they'd be. What behavior? Who are you? But I like it. Now I'm done with nothing new, sometimes green, sometimes blue.