Monday, 21 June 2010
And We Don't Know Regret
And these are dreams, baby; this is the future. Don't you get it? We're moving forward, slowly, slowly, and we're not taking you, and you can beg and beg and beg all day, but we will stand tall. We will smirk and snarl until you fall to your knees and weep. But we don't know pity. And we don't know regret.