and you doubt you will ever be free |
2002-01-28 - 9:50 p.m.
how do i love thee?
let me count my chickens before they hatch
my heart skipped to the beat of a different drummer
when you whispered
sweet+sour nothingss in my ear
every rose has its thorn
and every rose has its thorn in my side
you are the sun
and you are the rain on my parade.
||in the morning you wait for the sun and secretly hope it won't come| ||
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