February
March 2010
Look like a slut and act like a whore.
Eight months later, time goes by fast. Got my memories and they will last. I try to keep it simple 'cuz I hate goodbyes. I try to keep it simple by telling myself that I will remember you, and all of
Don't even begin feeling I'm the one to blame 'cause you dug your own grave.
My heart feel like it's home but the second I leave, I loose track on my feet, and I run to another zone.
Without you everything seems strange. Your name is forever planted in my brain.
choose cocain and having the time of your life with kids you would have hated in high school. Choose good. Choose a family. Choose both. Chosse a lover and sleeping in the same bed every night. Choose
you can never say fuck too many times.
Visa toppen
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