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
Monday, Mar. 08, 2004 at 6:15 p.m.
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Kyle here, resident bastard. I think Winter warned you I would be droppin in some time. I figure now is as good a time as any. Winter's busy in the shower so I'm just chillaxin and going through her photo folders.
I'm not really familiar with this whole web diary thing so I'm just improvising. Do we share our innermost secrets here or something? Or is it gossip central? I'm not quite sure