March 2009
having to breathe heavy and loud can't seem to shake the crush of a crowd i'll never find peace in this fate it always seems too little, too little, too late it's the cracking of ribs, it's the rolli
min fina lilla telefon är borta, jag skyller allt på svarttaxichaufförerna även om de har absolut inget med saken att göra men de borde inte gå igång så jla