» So give me all your poison
&give me all your pills
&give me all your hopeless hearts
&make me ill.
You're running after something that you'll NEVER kill;
If this is what you want...then fire at will!
sábado, 28 de noviembre de 2009
I cannot find a way to describe it It's here inside; all I do is hide I wish that it would just go away What would you do, you do, if you knew What would you do?
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