can't think of one...sorryHate, fright, confused pain What are we going to do now? I feel so helplesscan't think of one...sorry
I don't know what to call itYou come to my doorstep asking for a trade like a merchant vessel. You for him. I keep You a prisoner bars wrapped around Your soul Your faith. That’s all You are to me now. Corruption caresses my thoughts.I don't know what to call it
But Mother Time spins her thread and something changes. I cannot decipher these feelings even as we lay together I don’t know how You feel or what I want. I know I must let You go take the bars away forever. And I feel it deep in my body
You are not mine to own.
I think that when You are go
what???
I bought your Europe gift yesterday...
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May your organs fail before your dreams fail you [The Matches]
12.17.12 Save the Date!
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"with the days living faster now we cast our main pretends"
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May your organs fail before your dreams fail you [The Matches]
12.17.12 Save the Date!
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