I can't get the images from before out of my head, something much like a slideshow taking place before my eyes. Swallowing, I tighten my grip around her and take a deep breath.
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 open my eyes for a moment, glancing at her, before closing them again, "I thought they would find you, help you... I thought you'd be safer there than with me."
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
Surround yourself with people who are serious about being writers, and who will tell you, ‘Hey—you can do better than this.’ Who will be critical of your work, but also supportive. And who will not be competitive in a negative way. — Isabel Quintero
