“better to be inside affecting conversation and process, then[sic.] outside looking in”
I am coming home to you with my own blood in my mouth.
And I am coming home to you if it’s the last thing that I do.
I’m not sure if I’m singing for the love of it or for the love of you;
long time coming, but now snow is gone
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map