Evil is charming and beautiful. It asks for one small compromise after another until it whittles you down.
......you’ll say “fine” and ask me how I’m doing.
And then I’ll lie…
Golden haze… another morning, feels like yesterday.
There’s no fault in loving, no cause for shame;
everyone’s heart does exactly the same
and once you believe that, you’ll learn how to say
I love who I love, who I love.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map