April 2009
I wish I was your favourite girl I wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style I'm standing on my own feet again, trying to be strong.
Klockan är nu 05.13... och jag sitter hemma hos den här älsklings skiten med grabbarna.. Sjukaste dan på jobbet idag. Jag trode seriöst jag skulle dö!:O men det gör
Hit me like a ray of sun Burning through my darkest night Think I'm addicted to your light I swore I'd never fall again But this don't even feel like falling Gravity can't forget To pull me back to th
What's the point of building up just to tear it all down And I, should care less.. Ett par nya klackskor skulle göra min dag bra..