O, the times I'd tried to give you my heart, only to watch you furrow your brow smooth your mustache, and then turn on your heel and walk briskly back to your life — without so much as a backward glance.
O, the times I'd tried to give you my heart, only to watch you furrow your brow smooth your mustache, and then turn on your heel and walk briskly back to your life — without so much as a backward glance.
