January 2009
Here's to lowering caskets of old friends, through choice and consequence we'll birth a new day with the death of an old and Start over, start over here's to bearing hatchets with those&nb
Stop my breathing in the night when you're not there The silence ringing through my ears and all I want to do is hear your voice But you're not there Take away the pain of being me Soothe my soul c
jag börjar bli trött på det här jag vet precis vart jag vill gå men det känns som att fötterna bär nej tar inte tag i ett skit jag lämnar all till morg
His whole world stopped, he couldn't even contemplate His corruption had succesfully changed his fate and he remembered how his mom used to come home late Working hard for nothing, cause now what was