April
May 2009
BMTH Suicide Season We stare at broken clocks, the hands don't turn anymore The days turn into nights, empty hearts and empty places The day you lost him, I slowly lost you too For when he died, he
så när jag dör kan du begrava mig med penna och block så skriver jag vad som händer när själen lämnar min kropp gör det för himmelen och helvetet ja
Every time I look in your eyes Every day I'm watching you die All the thoughts I see in you...
I'm not alone With the touch of your hand I am whole again
<span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: courier new, courier, monospace;">Ther sun goes down, we come out. A different party in a different city. The sun comes up, we come down. We live
.....lalalalala.. ..I'm a policeman... :)
katten tar efter mitt tillstånd av akut shtekhet x)
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