we\'re just the lucky sons of bxtches that will have to deal with this every day of our lives. but at least we deal with it together. |
Every calorie counts
Every scar remains...
Words leak on to crumpled paper
Of hope, love and lust...
He could stop my world from spinning
He could take my breath away...
You can’t miss something that was never...
You can’t say you love me, then say you...
He's like a damn addiction
That I just don't wanna shake...