16 years old, discovering a purpose.
The Red is like love. If you're filled with other things, it won't affect much. Consume by itself, and you'll end up drunk. She stands at the door, Hands and body shaking, pops the cork.
If you only knew The things she'd do Maybe you'd look her way. Look her in the eyes and say: "Love, why didn't you tell me.
Life may have you down, But don't ever let it keep your frown. Realize, sweet love, that you're so precious... To each and every one of us.
"She's just infatuated with the boy... She'll get over it in a week." How many times have you heard those words. Almost everyone has at one point or another.