Thursday, May 6, 2010

I don't mean to close the door but for the record, my heart is sore.
You blew through me like bullet holes,
left stains on my sheets and stains on my soul.
You left me broke down beggin' for change,
had to catch a man with the man who's deranged
he had your hands and my father's face..

Look back with no remorse.
cocorosie - werewolf

1 comment:

Eva said...

Sounds like something I can't put words to because you already did it perfectly.