Guess you hear that a lot. I remember saying it a couple of times myself. You’re cute. Of course you are. Adorable eyes you got there.
With muddled thoughts, a song I write
Of things that shine through my memory.
Love and life, and all in sight,
corrupted by these fallacies.
I never thought she’d turn out to be a cold-hearted bitch that she did. I hated her for showing signs, yes. But, I went with it. She was a reflection of my sad, dreary past.
And I loved her for that.