Coyotes hunt in packs, and so do assholes.
This time when we kiss, I feel it in the pit of my stomach, I feel it in my heart. And I realize love isn't about sex. It's about connection.
No way to get away. No way to get away. Little change to sneak away... insanity.
Faces ...I ...don't ...know ...the real ...me
How can I explain purposely setting foot on a path so blatantly treacherous? Was the fun in the fall?
Happiness, you see, its just an illusion of Fate, a heavenly sleight of hand designed to make you believe in fairy tales. But there's no happily ever after. You'll only find happy endings in books. Some books.