I know by now you think I should have straightened myself out - Thank you, drop dead!
Can you squeeze me into an empty page of your diary and psychologically save me?
I was wasting my time, praying for love. For a love that never comes, from someone who does not exist.
I'd love to...but only with you.
Why pamper life's complexities when the leather runs smooth on the passenger seat?
I see myself rather like an old discarded dishrag.