
18, SF, and doing work. Success bound with a cup of coffee and glitter. Catch me dancing in the fast lane, painting the town with classy red hearts. Independent princess working for her throne.
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Every time I think I’ve had enough and start heading for the door, there’s a very strange vibration piercing me right through the core. It says, “turn around, you fool, you know you love her more and more.
Tell me why is it so, don’t wanna get let you go, never can say goodbye.
I keep thinking that our problems soon are all gonna work out, but there’s that same unhappy feeling. There’s that anguish, there’s that doubt. It’s the same old dizzy hangup, can’t do with you or without. Tell me why is it so, don’t wanna let you go.