(no subject)
If you were to lie down upon my doorstep, would I not turn you away. Yes, it is cold in december. No you cannot stay. You bleed me dry, I am beaten. See these scars? They're twenty for remembering. It shall no longer be this way. Reset my world, keepsake forgotten. Carry on, carry on, you better know when. The sooner you go, the sooner you'll know when to stop.