And just like that....right back on my schitt list.
Our love was not meant to last. What was it, five minutes?
And just like that....right back on my schitt list.
Our love was not meant to last. What was it, five minutes?
She skedaddled right out of your good graces.
Premature evacuation.
Our ‘love’ was in your imagination.
(As my old Granny always said, that’s a ‘great nation’...)