May
30 June 2008
I can not pretend that I felt any regret, 'Cause each broken heart will eventually mend. As the blood runs red down the needle and thread, Someday you will be loved.
So at my show on Monday I was hoping someday You'd be on your way to better things It's not about your make-up Or how you try to shape up To these tiresome paper dreams Paper dreams, honey
Oh when we were seventeen Oh life was like a film When we were seventeen The sky was always tangerine We ran through streets at night Under starlight We ran through streets at night When we were winni
This is the part where you are supposed to scream! When you scream we'll be heroes.
Direct link:
http://dayviews.com/milliws/2008/6/30/
Visa toppen
Show footer