dont wanna stay here in the hallway listen out if anyone is around. in the darkness all the shadow disappear to where they come from. just close my eyes and cease to exist. no one listen and cant hear me even if they might be near. dont deal me cards cause i dont really wanna play. just count me out, the game dont excites me anymore. i'm just here looking for the door.
in transit mark hoppus and pete wentz
vardag med värk, vanvett och musik. att få lov att ta saker i morgon trots protest. en krympande kropp om gör revolt i klädkammaren och ställer till det bland hyllorna.
fredag 19 mars 2010
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you hear what i say?
the best part of us slowly dies if no one really believes they exist. what remains is just shadows of memories and the cold ashes of trust and beliefs.
hell isnt a pit full of demons
poking your flesh with a stick
its an endless dinnerparty with
all the people you just cant stand
and really hate.
hell isnt a pit full of demons
poking your flesh with a stick
its an endless dinnerparty with
all the people you just cant stand
and really hate.
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