I was lost and double crossed
With my hands behind my back
I was longtime hurt and thrown in the dirt
Shoved out on the railroad track
I've been used, abused and so confused
And I had nowhere to run
But I stood and looked
And my eyes got hooked
On that beautiful morning sun
And it seems like
and it feels like
a brand new day.
It was a simple seven-minute walk from that corner to her house, but it felt like an hour.
You didn’t kill anyone. I did.
Don’t get bit and go to Atlanta.
What was his name again?
Pull it together, girl.
Why did he feel like he had never spoken truer words in his life?
Her tiny little problem
You have no idea of the power you got over him
There’s a reason why things die in nature
Three years, four months and seventeen days.
Welcome to the jungle, sheriff.
He made me run
Enough hiding it.
Just because I hate your guts.