There are things that I said I would never do
There are fears that I can not believe have come true
For my soul is too sick and too little and too late
And myself I have grown too weary to hate
Yeah, I got nothing. What's the point.
There are fears that I can not believe have come true
For my soul is too sick and too little and too late
And myself I have grown too weary to hate
Yeah, I got nothing. What's the point.
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tonkakatt:
thanks hon!
voldenae:
aww...*hug*