here i go again on my own, going down the only road i've ever knooooown, like a twister i was born to walk alone and i've made up my mind.. i aint wasting no more time, you know... sorry, its 3am i must be alone here but there is troooouble! trouble trouble trouble.... its been dogging my soul since the day i was born... because love hurts, love scars, love wounds, and marks any heart... but you know i've got my reasons, these things that are pleasing me, will hurt me some how.. it seems to me, that some fine things have been laid on my table, but i only want the one's i can't get... cos i don't know if i've ever been really loved, by a hand thats touched me.










