I was calling your name But you would never hear me sing You wouldn’t let me begin So I’m crawling away 'Cause you broke my heart in two I will not forget you
You seem so far away though you are standing near You made me feel alive, but something died I fear I really tried to make it out I wish I understood What happened to our love, it used to be so good
I'll kill you, you fucking flatchested cocksucking spastic horsefucker. i REALLY hate you, REALLY hate what you do, what you like everything so just do me a favor and disappear NOW.
I've always liked the minds of criminals, they seem similar to artists. Like a greek text: Then he appeared, he walked slowly, with a '' extinct'' face he just pointed out the victims. The ones who were meant to be killed. That time he didn't have friends neither family. That time he was just the one to decide who would continue living in this unfair life.
I DO know you I DO know that you 've got so much love inside you and I DO know that just the thought of letting it out and simply show your cards scares you to death What you DON'T know is that you can't even persuade your self about your choice. so goodbye,
Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends. Yeah I really hate time,especially when I have to study. Right now:Being in the house with every single clock kept away from me.
People dislike alcoholics, but they still drink at parties. People sit in non-smoking section in restaurants, but still enjoy the occasional nicotine jolt. People have strong feelings against self-injurers, but they also take all their emotions out on other people.
I love that lavender blonde The way she moves The way she walks I touch myself can’t get enough And in the silence of the night Through all the tears And all the lies I touch myself and it’s alright.
Why did everything happened so quickly? Why did it feel like never? Who's guilty and who is the victim? Who knows...
''She never found out how much I tried - all of the sadness she kept made me blind. She never found out how much I cried - the rope so tight on the night that she died''
I'm unclean, a libertine and every time you vent your spleen, I seem to lose the power of speech, your slipping slowly from my reach. you grow me like an evergreen, you never see the lonely me at all.....