Skin head, dead head.
The heavens are falling down
(What about us)
I can't even breathe
(What about us)
(What about us)
I can't even breathe
(What about us)
It's like my words taking out of my mouth,
it's kinda nice, when I don't have to write anything myself,
just quote a song.
Maybe I'm back tomorrow, maybe not.
xoxo
Kommentarer
Trackback