Just like with a lot of other things, quality really makes a big difference.
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
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….
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map