Your grandfather was a sick, sick man. Only a filthy pervert would replace his wife with his young daughter. And your mother with her lame excuses for your brother's absolutely abhorrent behavior. Corri, you seem like the only one in your family tree with a lick 'o sense. The children in your family are lucky to have you.
I don't mind the sun sometime
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and Sugar
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through someone elses eyes
BHS-"Pepper"
