And I was in love….now I’m just hanging out. ... It wasn’t part of the plan…..what was I suppose to do?... ....but run, run, run….
Each feather — it fell from skin
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map
thou mayest.
"He who forgets, will be destined to remember..."
No thing is one thing.
you were my compass star… you were my measure… you were a pirate’s map of buried treasure… if this was all correct, the last thing i’d expect…the prosecution rests.. it’s time that i confess, i must have loved you.