Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Leaves as a bed rest your head young Child of mine
Smell of Cologne and cigerettes, you are alone tonight.
these scars wont lie.

Dont let him tell you you are wortless
becasue you mean somthing to me

This night has tragic written all across its skyline and even this thought of it would even scare me.

This monster doesnt even know what your worth

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