If someone handed me a gun, simply said pull the trigger and then it's done I wouldn't hesitate, wouldn't stop to say, Remember that day we went so far, travelled to Mersea in that horrible hire car We ate cabbage and bacon, started a puzzle, You said you loved me, and gave me warm cuddles
Now that's all gone, and I've got to a point where I just don't care. I feel like you've driven me to it, I wish we could go back. Spending time happily in each others company, but now thing's are tense, s t r e t c h e d and strained
I'm drained.
I have got to a point where I really don't care. Vivement septembre, quand je suis plus la.