Why do you choose your pain
If you only knew
How much I love you, Love you
I won't be your winter
I won't be anyone's excuse to cry
And we can be forgiven
And I will be here.
He says when you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do
When you gonna make up your mind
Cause things are gonna change so fast
All the white horses are still in bed
I tell you that I�ll always want you near
You say that things change my dear
Sunday, Aug. 17, 2003 at 11:54 a.m.
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Rie: He's a maffin.
Me: Yes he is.
Rie: And an asshole.
Me: That too.
Rie: Do you still have your crowbar?
Me: But of course.
Rie: Can I borrow it?
Me: Only if I can help.
Rie: Maybe we should let him down easy.
Me: Fuck it.
Rie: What?
Me: Fuck letting him down easy, let's just kill the bastard and steal the award. Oh wait, my bad, wrong piece of coveted jewelry.
Rie: Bwah!
Me: Eh?
Rie: Don't do that to me, stop with the mental piracy!
Me: Ah, do I have to?
Rie: Yes.
Me: Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Rie: Hehehehe.