it had taken them days to find Val, searching the backstreets of the city and the deserted cellars. Badly bruised and eyes tired, slumped in the corner of their old flat. She'd gotten into another fight. Typical.
So true you still feel it but I am tired of it and the games you play I hear things about you I know you are lying you should have been worried when you heard your old friends are my friends they say stuff and it makes me sick of you