Skin head, dead head.

The heavens are falling down
 (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

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