He loved you.
But he didn’t give up anything to do it. What kind of love is that?
So ask all your questions, try all their answers.
And change as we may, whatever should follow,
I love you.
I had you here.. had you.
...you’ll say “fine” and ask me how I’m doing.
And then I’ll lie…
Golden haze… another morning, feels like yesterday.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map