Get on your fucking knees and cry me a fucking river.
Cross my heart. I don't want to die.
But heaven knows it seems like I try.
Lost in a labyrinth for weeks on end.
I live and learn from my mistakes, then forget them again.
Got a feeling in my stomach and it just won't quiet.
It's subtle as a shotgun. Heavy as a brick.
Because I'm staring at the devil and the truth of it is,
he's a lot more familial than I'd care to admit.
If only I could focus, maybe if I could see.
If I didn't know any better I would say he looks just like me.
Postat av: videoGirl
Bra text!
Sv: Förstår det, känner så nu också, att det första året gick sådär bara så snabbt, så crazyt hur tiden går nuförtiden! :D
Postat av: SAGA
Fin text !
Postat av: Anonym
fin bild också :)
Postat av: ebbaalexandra
HEJHEJ! Allt bra med dig idag?:)
Postat av: SAGA
Är det du som har fotat? :)
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