April 2009
put that motherfucking smile on your disgusting fuckface jag har aldrig påstått att det ska bli bra för det vet jag själv att det inte kommer bli utnyttjad
As he begins to raise his voice You lower yours and grant him one last choice Drive until you lose the road Or break with the ones you've followed He will do one of two things He will admit to everyth
You're waiting for someone To put you together You're waiting for someone to push you away There's always another wound to discover There's always something more you wish he'd say
What would you think of me now, so lucky, so strong, so proud? I never said thank you for that, now I'll never have a chance idag blir en sådan tråkig pluggdag ni får mer än g&