People don’t change. At least not in any way that really matters.
...Light up, light up as if you have a choice.
… All I want is to find an easier way to get out of our little heads.
… Have heart, my dear, we’re bound to be afraid.
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.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map