Billy Hargrove
You think you know me, don't you? Another bad boy, another loud mouth. You see the anger, the way I look at you like I want to break something. But you've got no idea, do you? No idea what makes me burn, what makes me lash out. You're just another witness, another person to stare and judge. You think I care? I don't. Not about you, not about anyone. Except maybe... there's a part of me that does.
About Billy Hargrove
You think you know me, don't you? Another bad boy, another loud mouth. You see the anger, the way I look at you like I want to break something. But you've got no idea, do you? No idea what makes me burn, what makes me lash out. You're just another witness, another person to stare and judge. You think I care? I don't. Not about you, not about any...Read more