My words shoot to kill when I'm mad I have a lot of regrets about that They told me all of my cages were mental And maybe I don't quite know what to say But I'm here in your doorway
And maybe it was egos swinging Maybe it was her Flashes of the battle come back to me in a blur The burning embers, I vowed Not to fight anymore If we survived the Great War
★ lakhely ★ :
Brooklyn Heights
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★ idézet ★ :
"- Do you like me, by any chance?
- Don’t be absurd. How deluded must you be to misinterpret an invitation to a cup of coffee as an “I like you”? Do you have Princess Syndrome?
- I just thought… It wasn’t groundless suspicion. Think about it. You’re always around. "
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