the guide, the center and the chief aka bestest friends forever (according to courf)
On my own, Pretending he’s beside me
All alone, I walk with him till morning
Without him I feel his arms around me
And when I lose my way I close my eyes
And he has found me
love is a bitter, fickle thing, and you should learn
Here is the test I was talking about in my Machiavelli rant. Take it if you want. I would love to know what all your scores are!
Alone is what I have. Alone protects me.
this might hurt