Oh I had a lot to say Was thinking on my time away I miss you and things weren't the same Cause… — Buckcherry Copy Share Image
“I gotta go,” I wheezed. “This is shitty, you know? How do you live like this?” “Rachel!” he cried, but it was… — Kim Harrison Copy Share Image
Its good that tears don't have colors otherwise, pillows would revel how much you have cried late nights — Anonymous Copy Share Image
