Oh wow, you're cute. Please stop making me like you so much. Im trying to be good. But you're making this so so hard. "Well, haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh This weight it must be satisfied You offer only one reply You know not what you do But you tear and tear your hair from roots Of that same head you have twice removed now A lock of hair you said would prove Our love would never die Well ha ha ha .................... But now we speak with ruined tongues And the words we say aren’t meant for anyone It’s just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance But there was once you You said you hate my suffering And you understood And you’d take care of me You'd always be there Well where are you now?" I dont know why this makes me think of you. Cause it shouldnt I shouldnt be thinking of you at all. Should I? Nope. Not one bit. Bastard.