To The Womanizer Who Screwed Me Over
You didn’t bother to explain. You didn’t even feel that I deserved to know what went wrong. You brought me to heaven, but sent me down to hell.
You didn’t bother to explain. You didn’t even feel that I deserved to know what went wrong. You brought me to heaven, but sent me down to hell.
She can paint her walls. She can fix her light bulb. She knows a thing or two about hammers and tools. She can make food. It may not be the most sumptuous meal ever made, but she knows her way around the kitchen.