He came home So very very late I asked him So he lied and lied We laid in bed So comfortable He smelled like... He didn't have my perfume So I pushed..
Nothing fuels my mind like betrayal. Why are you acting so desperate. That's not like you. You're on my to forget list, Seeing how you're so in love. ..
We, the Irish are sinners, the worse sorts in the world. We argue and fight against our fathers, out mothers, our brothers and our sisters. We fight a..