I know I'm just the weather against your window.
the blonde salad
I don't like how
that everything I’m feeling, and everything thing I am, is going to to change, and go away. wheres the comfort in that? I don’t understand how today life, the modern way of life is so subject to change when it doesn’t need to be like this. just sayin’
With the love gone sour, I lost my appetite. No more flavor, talking sweet now won’t fix it somehow Don’t casanova me, I’m over you It’s over obviously. Don’t put your sugar on me, It’s too late, sweeten this baby. Hey casanova; it’s over
A wise girl kisses but doesn’t love, listens but doesn’t believe, and leaves...