When things reach the end, many a times, the beginning starts to appear again.. Like when a person is about to die, how life flashes across their minds..
Sets you thinking about everything that happened.. I wish you would put the shield down.. I no longer yearn for anything from you. I'm not firing flaming arrows at you.. Why do my words magically transform into me flaming you? I never meant it the way you took it.. Maybe its just me being tactless when talking to you..
Life's a Bitch...