This is what you are deciding to do with your life. It’s your decision.
...All your weight, it falls on me.. it brings me down.
Promises you break you still believe.
Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes that I am not there..
I swear I didn’t mean for it to feel like this—like every inch of me is bruised
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map