The sweet, sweet taste of defeat,Love, taught me to cry. And because it's left me, high and dry; all but sane.
Guess I just broke another mirror. Sure, no big.
"The pain of life overrides the joy, to the point that joy ceases to exist." I'm all up for it. Dare I say this is too much? Am, have always been, a weakened child. The shock, this head (and heart) taketh not well.
One, after another. I'd rather it pass quick, painless.