Jan 23, 2006 20:33
thinkin' bout the old.
the ways things were when you wanted to love me.
the way you kissed me...i felt passion. it must've just been lust.
cause you barely looked at me today.
i'm always comin' back home to you.
to the heaven i've had to the hell i've been through...
i'm ALWAYS comin' back home to you.
touching his skin makes me feel alive. being with him feels right. why is it that i can't have the one person i love?
i need to get over this childish bull$hit.