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
Saturday, Dec. 06, 2003 at 10:04 p.m.
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I've decided to send out holiday cards and whatnot this year so if you would like a holiday card from Satan herself, send your postal address to eisyel @ hotmail.com.
I have over a hundred cards I need to get off my hands so please feel free to request a card!
I want to send Holiday Greetings to all my lovelies but I canna do that if I do not have your addresses.
Also, if you'd like a certain type of holiday card please let me know. I'd hate to send a Christmas card to ya if that holiday is the bane of your existance.
One more note, if you would like to send me a card as well, (because I am a mail whore) my address will be given at your request.
Adjo!