May 2010
Jag vill skrika å vråla Gör det ont vill jag gråta Jag vill sjunga och skåla Hur mycket mer kan jag tåla
My tangled hair will weave a web of lies within my sheets, And in the morning I'll be nailed where he cruicefied me...Your blackened hair will leave a stain inside my mind so deep! And when tomorrow c