It's like the past sticks with you, like little fragments from your past never wash away. You can sit there and scrub and scrub until you're raw and ..
Count the times you've sit and you've cried,but count the times you've lied and you don't know why.Count the moments where you've had no where to go,b..
Her life her bodyisa paintedcanvaslike anartistshe can pick out themistakesthe creator can see wherethey went wrongall the things they could go back a..