I'm staring at the ceiling. Thinking about everything you did to mtpe. and yet, I know that if you came to me now, and apologized, I would forgive you in a second. In fact, I already have. Your blue eyes were such a trap, and now I'm locked under your icy gaze. How can I be in so much pain and pleasure all at once from your skinny love? You break me and heal me like its a game. when will you just tell me the answer? Is it her that you like? Is it me? Why must you complicate? Why don't you compliment? it starts the same, but never ends near lame.
