The names courtney. |
This was never the path I wanted
But now Im sick, feeling haunted...
She sighs..
No reason to breathe anymore...
Oh the tangled webs we weave
When we practice to deceive...
How close is close?
Is it too close...
Where is the conviction.
Of this furthest mystery...
Kiss Me Like Nothing Else Matters |
Guys are like roses..you have to watch out for the pricks |