Posted in Discovery, Sad on May 14th, 2007
Washed up, washed out.
It almost feels wrong that I need a little something from you.
Washed up, washed out.
It almost feels wrong that I need a little something from you.
Give me the quiet.
Give me the loneliness.
Gieve me the regret.
Give me the change.
Give me the hurt.
Give me the pain.
Give them all to me.
“this is my confession to
the crimes of wanting you badly”