Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
Im begging of you please don't take my man!
When i woke up, it was beautiful...sun... then it all fell. Turned black and Died.
He's gone, I don't blame him or Her. I wish them luck and happiness.
I need to cook something..Queste parole sono rasoi al mio cuore ferito.- Titus Andronicus (Titus Act I, Scene i)