I hate myself for lovin' you and the weakness that it showed You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road. The stage was set, the lights went out all around the old hotel, I hate myself for lovin' you and I'm glad the curtain fell.
I would have loved be there! :) I'm glad you shared that memory with me though... it's almost like I was there ... except I wasn't ... that's fine :( .... ;)
Lol :) well... it's better than changing your info line to " I'll stitch you up after she cuts you" nah ... keep your name... I'm much calmér now ... kinda.