Where do you think you're going? Who do you think you are ( Read more... )

My Love.
My Love.
My Love.
What Can we Do?
And OH?
What Can We Do?
My Love?
We Both Go Down...
Together.

We both come from wealth and beauty.

So everything I've written for this I've put in a folder: Downloads/Paint ( Read more... )

It's true when he spews that I'll love you even if you change. But im so sick with this music and im so sick with this passion and im so sick for the want of that sickness you have so much when you dance. That twirling light you have when you dance. and be sick.

"It's way too late...To be this locked inside ourselves...the trouble is...that you're in love with someone else...IT SHOULD BE ME....IT. SHOULD. BE. ME. SACRED HEARTS ( Read more... )

Why do I continue to let her feel this way? Why do I let my self continue to feel this way?

We always do these things that make the other feel so bad without ever really knowing we do them.

How many times will we pretend?

How many?

This many?

This many?

We can pretend until we have perished.

This can be until we have perished.

I'll dip my betrayal into one thousand beliefs. The bites I take mean only that much.

So... As usual. As taken. As always. LET. US. MEAN. THAT. MUCH.

Why do such simple brothers with so simple of lyrics make me feel like such a simple fool?

AllIknowisthis; Mypisssmellslikephadthaiwhichsmells likeyou.

I love seeing priests post something like "sometimes it feels like a noose!"

Oh.
It is.