I recently found an old CD that a girl I've loved burned me when we were dating in highschool. Its an album by the band Kincade, of which I do not know the album title, or a single track title, but its sparked something in me. I miss her. The only way I ever know to contact her is through deviant art. What a bunch of fools we lovers are, we lovers are. We're tempted by the taste of flesh. I fucked up. If I could take it all back, I'd jump at the chance to be with you again. That night, when I threw all we had away. We were going to see A movie. You picked me up at the apartment, and we made our way to the mall. Before we exited your little be