And just to think, this could have all been mine. . .
Where a long the lines did I deserve being striken down from happiness?
The spider and the fly do their little dance across the stage.
But, the fly never realizes that the stage is made of webs.
. . .Fuck you, dear, you'll never be sorry for me. . .
Where a long the lines did I deserve being striken down from happiness?
The spider and the fly do their little dance across the stage.
But, the fly never realizes that the stage is made of webs.
. . .Fuck you, dear, you'll never be sorry for me. . .
