Bottle of pain mixed with love.
Summertimes are over.
Be nice, little girl.
Vanish my dark history.
Darkest memories are born deep within.
Honeybutter smells like freedom. (geen idee waar die vandaan kwam)
Lost my home. My love. Everything.
I swear I will have my mouth kept shut.
Blame me for my mistakes.
Don't deny.
Fear is greater than the fear itself.
Sindsdien is mijn leven gebroken.
Satan, de Heer van het Duister. En mijn leven.
Desire our hope, future and sorrow.
Oké. Dat was het wat ik kon bedenken. :'D
[ bericht aangepast op 28 dec 2009 - 18:53 ]
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