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.
Monday, March 31, 2008
dear you,
wtf do you have to shoot me down, fucking sarcastic little bastard. i hope you burn and rot and I NEVER EVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN. 'cause you are painfully annoying, insensitive, cold and BLIND. freaking freaking BLIND. screw you.
pau
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