IRC-Galleria

If you did see me, you did not
...want me.
It hit me hard below the belt. I gave all back with fists.

This tension between us is more than just a glance.
Power: up.
No more taking control.

If it goes on like this, I swear I'll be dead by Chrismas.
Your fault - guilty you are!
I never decided to have headaches.

And I never preferred someone else - I promise,
I told not to compete.
As they obviously couldn't compare.

It was - will be - only you. Always and all ways.