Heather
A world of cloudy stygma infecting all your thoughts, But you don’t seem to mind. You do it all the time, But hey, it’s your life. He never was very special, Didn’t have what it takes. You felt you had to stay. That wasn’t very brave. But hey, It’s your life. Listen. Tonight we gather round your throne. Queen of Selfishness.1997 wasn't my favorite year. Written January 10th, 2002 © on Jan 09 2002 07:10 PM PST 0 • 1
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"A world of cloudy stygma..."