I shake my head. "Don't think that way. Please. It just makes me depressed. If you do love me...you will stop talking like that," I whisper, taking his hand.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I watch her before pulling her on my lap and hugging her. I close my eyes and let the memories come and go, not wanting to go through it when I'm alone.
"I'm sorry," I whisper.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside