July
August 2010
I dont predict the future I dont care about the past.
Lay beside me, under wicked sky Through black of day, dark of night, we share this pair of lives The door cracks open, but there's no sun shining through Black heart scarring darker still, but there's
Någon som har ett flak o sälja?????:)
Three days grace<3
Oh, Johnny wishes he was famous Spends his time alone In the basement With Lennon and Cobain A guitar and a stereo While he wishes he Could escape this It all seems so contagious Not to be yourself an
I did my time and I want out So effusive - Fade - It doesn't cut The soul is not so vibrant The reckoning - The sickening Packaging subversion Pseudo sacrosanct perversion Go drill your deserts - Go d
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