I watch her, still smiling, and can't believe I'd been gone so long. It was bad, but being back I know now how hellish it was not seeing her. I didn't even have a picture of her like the others did of their girls. Just memories.
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
I smile at her again, "I won't leave though. I'd rather die than go through that again. Not seeing you every day was like not breathing. I don't quite know how I'm still alive."
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
I say Wolf, for all wolves are not of the same sort; there is one kind with an amenable disposition – neither noisy, nor hateful, nor angry, but tame, obliging and gentle, following the young maids in the streets, even into their homes. Alas! Who does not know that these gentle wolves are of all such creatures the most dangerous! — Charles Perrault
