My anger at this moment is too overwhelming to control. 

branga:

He wanted to do right by her. So badly. Every day he resolved to make her smile, to protect her, to make her feel loved. And yet his love came out all wrong. In twisted words, and bad jokes and misguided glances. It was his kind of love. But not her kind of love. 

What a shame.

Waves of silver, waves of gold are coming down to take me
Separate my body from my soul and Jesus either leaves or takes me

What happened to our kind of nights?