Kidnapping is a national past time to these Scots and they do it for the sheer pleasure of making each other miserable.

I feel foolish and I feel betrayed,

if you wanted to see me dead,you would whisper and i could kill self for you happiness it was a small thing but you made yourself corrupt for very small thing

She is not with me this grief is not bigger then this relax that she is with her choice

I have betrayed myself with my own tongue; The case is altered

When you are betrayed in your first love; all the latter loves seem suspicious.