Answer:
I know I can't take another step towards you 'Cause all that is expected is regret Don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore? You lost the love that you loved the most I learned to live half alive And now you want me one more time And who do you think you are? Running leaving scars Picking up your jar of hearts And destroying love You will catch a cold From the ice inside your soul Don't come back for me Who do you think you are? I hear that you're asking everywhere If I'm somewhere to be found But I've gotten too strong To fall back into your arms I have learned to live half alive And now you want me one more time And who do you think you are? Running leaving scars Picking up your jar of hearts And destroying love You're going to catch a cold From the ice inside your soul Don't come back for me Who do you think you are? It took so long just to feel good Remember how to bring the light back to my eyes I wish I had missed the first time we kissed Because you broke all your promises And now you're back You can't get me back And who do you think you are? Running leaving scars Picking up your jar of hearts And destroying love You will catch a cold From the ice inside your soul Don't come back for me Do not come back at all And who do you think you are? Running leaving scars Picking up your jar of hearts Shattering love You're going to catch a cold From the ice inside your soul Don't come back for me Do not come back at all And who do you think you are? Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are?
My room is an organized mess. If someone were to look at it they would
see a mess,earbuds on the floor.Book stacks everywhere,pillows on the
floor because I dont want them on the bed<span>,makeup on the dresser. Clothes in the dresser but not folded because I’m too lazy to fold them.Cords all over the floor.Most of my stuff is on my floor because my desk is covered with papers.I like my room this way because to me it is organized I know where everything is and really thats all that matters.</span>
Answer:
While looking for berries in the forest, we found an old, stone fence.
Explanation:
They were called the apocrypha.
