Who are you anyway, and anyway, who am i
You’ve turned me one note. Suddenly, I only have sad stories to tell. Quiet, wounded cries into the night are all that I utter. I whimper like an offended mongrel. But a skipping record, and I’m the one who keeps returning the needle. I want to believe what you say. I want to find some parity between your words and your stolen kisses. But your … Continue reading Who are you anyway, and anyway, who am i