Nothing is ever as good as it was and what's good for your soul will be bad on your nerves if you reverse it.
And we've lost the people we could have loved, and you -- what you know you have or what you think you aren't, it's never perfect.
Are we killing time?
Are we killing each other?
When you're kissing someone who's too much like you, it's like kissing on a mirror; when you're sleeping with someone who doesn't get you, you're gonna hate yourself in the morning.
It's bound to melt your heart one way or another, for good or for bad.
It's like a valentine from your mother.
 dyejob · Sun May 27, 2007 @ 09:59pm · 0 Comments |
