
Doodlebug Anklebiter |

All men have secrets and here is mine
So let it be known
For we have been through hell and high tide
Surely I can rely on you?
And yet you start to recoil
Heavy words are so lightly thrown
But still, I'd leap in front of a flying bullet for you
So what difference does it make?
What difference does it make?
It makes none, but now you have gone
And you must be looking very old tonight
The devil will find work for idle hands to do
I stole and I lied and why?
Because you asked me to
But now you make me feel ashamed because I've only got two hands
Well, I'm still fond of you
Oh-ho
So what difference does it make?

Leafar the Lost |

OK, I don't think you have gotten the point, so I will try this again. I have decided to end this thread. Now, I don't have the authority to actually close it myself, so I am asking all of you to respect my wishes and stop making posts on this thread. Eventually it will just go away. All of you need to stop being indifferent to this, and stop posting. It's the right thing to do. Good day to you again...