i'm praying so hard that you would think.

there's no need for verbal abuse done on purpose 1 month down. the accusations, the words. taking revenge knowingly.. exacting what you think i deserve.. wanting me to have a taste of my own medicine. the worst thing is : you still think your right.

i still care for you, and i always will, and no, i'm not being hypocritic about it.

I’m waiting here for my life to change,
When the waters stir you can rearrange me.
Just one touch is all I need,
I’ve nothing much but the wounds I feel,
I’m looking for the hand of the miracle man.