im getting tired of feeling like i still have to hold gregs hand. i left and im still getting dragged through all his shit. not my fucking responsibility anymore. fuck.
Oh my love, it's time You know how it feels You read between the lines You know me better than I do I lost again, my friend You know I'm not a saint You knew it all this time Still you've been waiting for me here...
i wish people would respect me and call frankie by her name because really it shouldnt matter if its not your choice in names its not your child but you could grow up and show some respect for me and my child.