I say I'm trying to work this out. And I smile a lot. But every time you touch me, I feel sick and hot, and I know I hate you.
Every time I'm with him, I forget you exist. He makes me feel real for the first time in nine years. If it weren't for my babies, I wouldn't still be here.
And every time I say I love you, it's not you I'm talking to. It's him.
Category Romance