» 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, 14 de noviembre de 2009
i wish I could do that. But I know you wouldn't come to save me.
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