And it would be rude to break them. I'm working Working on me Yes I think of you often The glare outside the gates Kills me deep, so fuckin deep Like right through my soul Deep. But I'm not changing for anyone Especially when the only effort they put out Is showing up to glare and drive off........ And if that makes me a cunt? Good....
And to think, all you would of had to do was text, as you.
i would just like to thank the women that ive encountered for being so patient in this whole escapade when ive met some of you i see you trying to clutch your phones to take a peek of the crappy writings and hearing the rumors of what i seek and why
i just want to say thank you there is a method to the madness but i need a little more time