In the wee hours of the morning, a prayer is answered.
Or:
"Your friends are a fate that befell me
Hell is the talking type
I'd suffer Hell if you'd tell me
What you'd do to me tonight"
In the wee hours of the morning, a prayer is answered.
Or:
"Your friends are a fate that befell me
Hell is the talking type
I'd suffer Hell if you'd tell me
What you'd do to me tonight"
"You brush past me in the hallway
And you don't think I can see ya, do ya?
I've been watchin' you for ages
And I spend my time tryin' not to feel it"
where dahlia russell slowly realises feelings for...