Turn on old TV:
I’m just needing a good cry
pass me the tissues.
When news stabs my heart
I’ll be needing a good cry
to let go the pain.
Maybe a movie
(I’m just needing a good cry)
and a glass of port.
Turn on old TV:
I’m just needing a good cry
pass me the tissues.
When news stabs my heart
I’ll be needing a good cry
to let go the pain.
Maybe a movie
(I’m just needing a good cry)
and a glass of port.
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Destiny is no matter of chance. It is a matter of choice: It is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved.
Pass me a Kleenex.