For the first few years we paid all the bills first and divided what was left as salary. Sometimes that was $50 a week.
I'd rather bleed with cuts of love than live without any scars.
Right from the start, you were a thief, you stole my heart.
Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated, look I'm still around.
My dad raised me with some good advice: 'Always tell the truth. Always shoot from the hip. You might not have many friends, but you'll never have enemies, because people will always know where you're coming from.'
I'm try-sexual. I'll try anything once