Llorar

Restoring order

http://www.restoringorder.com/residential_organizing_services_bedrooms.html

no remorses

I don’t mean to close the door
But for the record my heart is sore
You blew through me like bullet holes
Left stains on my sheets and stains
On my soul

(I'ma shake you off though, get up on that horse and ride into the sunset look back with no remorse)