Comments about Zea Pakula
Oh the sweet bliss,
The bliss of being an independent once again.
No one else to care for,
No one else to worry about.
I get to be me,
Once it’s over I know it’s surely done.
Once those words have been said they can’t be taken back.
He can’t take back the sadness and the pain with a simple I’m sorry,
Or another common phrase “but baby I’ll change”,
It’s all part of the manipulation game.
When he has me where he wants me,
When he’s stolen my heart,
That is the time he will tear me apart.
He can hurt me over and over again while ...