The wind goes through my hair, people look at crazy like I am crazy. Maybe I am or maybe you can not get the head or yours out of you ass fast enough to understand me. Would you even thing about wanting to know my name or am I the ghost? I want you to understand my part of the story not make me the fool that hides a...
He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn'...