I've had a cancker sore on the inside of my bottom lip for about a week now. It hurts like hell and is annoying me to death.
I keep asking my bf if his friends fiance rubbed her hoohah on my wine glass last time they were over. She's got the gift that keeps on giving. She better just keep it to herself.
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?