a kiss with a fist is better nothin
The beautiful display of power
We got nothing to say
Give your self away
Look at the rain
Ain’t to late to go back to that place
I fear life
I am pretty
Everything is torn
Finding my sadsongs in the racks..
Let me fall to pieces, thats what I need.
How far will we go?
Should I sink or should I swim
Reading makes me go into where i want to
But fake happiness is still the worst sadness