Forwarded from Addleworth
Forwarded from Addleworth
You fooled me from the start,
When you let me start to love you,
It's like a bunch of broken picture frames,
But the photo still remains the same.
When you let me start to love you,
It's like a bunch of broken picture frames,
But the photo still remains the same.
Another day of laying in bed and thinking about 1000 personality tests and I still have no idea who I am.
I've dug two graves for us, my dear.
If I could act on my revenge, then, oh, would I?
If I could act on my revenge, then, oh, would I?