martes, 23 de septiembre de 2008

hd

..Drying up in conversation,
you’ll be the one who cannot talk
All your insides fall to pieces
you just sit there wishing you could still make love
They’re the ones who’ll hate you
when you think you’ve got the world all sussed out
They’re the ones who’ll spit on you,
you’ll be the one screaming out ( ... )





kill yourself to never, ever stop




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