Oh Well...
But I just won't listen My peace and quiet was stolen from me When I was looking with calm affection You were searching out my imperfections Oh what a cold and common old way to go I was feeding on the need for you to know me Devastated at the rate you fell below me What wasted unconditional love on somebody who doesn't believe in the stuff...
Oh, well
Little Masochist.
Pd. Good luck tonight...