alone like i'm supposed to be. tonight, tomorrow and everyday. there's nothing here that you'll miss, i can guarantee you. this is a cloud of smoke trying to occupy space. what a fucking joke.
quarta-feira, 28 de abril de 2010
I don't expect you to understand
I'm doing the best that I can, I'm ashamed of the things
I've been put through; I'm ashamed of the person I am.
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