November 2011
If you were the wood, i'd be the fire. If you were the love, i'd be the desire. If you were a castle, i'd be your moat, And if you were an ocean, i'd learn to float.
Well I met an old man dying on a train. No more destination no more pain. Well he said "one thing, before I graduate...never let your fear decide your fate." I say ya kill your heroes and fly, fly