one, two, three, four
tell me that you love me more
sleepless, long nights
that was what my youth was for
oh teenage hope arrive at your door
left you with nothing
but they want some more
you're changing your heart.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
i want time to stop. stop stop stop please stop.
for all those times that i never took care of him properly. or scolding him for being a bad dog when he was just being cheeky. ahh. i pray that he will be okay. i pray that i don't have to sign him to the deathripper. ahhh. please. someone. please help me. let it be meningitis, let it be something curable. i want boyy. please, please. please.
pau
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