December 2010
littlealaska:
they say everything is beautiful when it begins
but i was too bussy being selfish…
thats the smell of dead dreams
Secrets in my head, Secrets in my bed,
There’s more to me than you’ll ever see, There’s more to me than you’ll ever need.
Secrets Of my soul, Secrets leave me cold, You do what you do. I;ll be fine without you.
You want me but you don’t know
Lights flash doors smashed through, i’m driving so fast I hope I don’t die soon You don’t remember...
