the more i want you the more you move farther the more i love you the more you hate me life is so contradictory you throw some thing 'cause they're a trash but they came back easily the most precious things are the most scarce you dig a hole to find it you risk your life to have it but at the end of the day they're all gone pop! like a bubble bang! like the gun that shot my head bullet gone through fallen down in my bed gasping for last breath
nightmareofmarch · Wed Feb 21, 2007 @ 04:00am · 0 Comments |