“Actually, it’s from Artemis, too. We bought it together…”
Dammit, Slade >_<
I’m afraid it’s too late. I want to hold you.
They can’t tell me who to be
‘Cause I’m not what they see
And the world is still sleeping
While I keep on dreaming for me
And their words are just whispers
And lies that I’ll never believe.
I kind of want there to be a interview showing Dick’s thoughts on Jay’s death, now. And Alfred’s. And obviously, Tim’s.
i don’t mean to.