Kathryn Dianna Bertram. 17. Senior.
A lost cause, as some people would say. But there's always some hope.. Right?
I know if destiny’s kind, I’ve got the rest on my mind. My heart, it don’t beat, it don’t beat the way it used to. My eyes, they don’t see you no more. My lips, they don’t kiss, they don’t kiss the way they used to.