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
Friday, Oct. 03, 2003 at 10:16 p.m.
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To You,
You know who you are. I'm sorry that things have come to this. I had really hoped that we could be friends, but you have obviously never respected me and that puts a hinderance on our friendship. May the wind be always at your back and may you find a unfucked up girl to do your bidding.
Sincerely,
The Bitch