"The police are coming too slow now. I would have died. I would have loved you all my life."

jueves, 25 de octubre de 2012

You keep telling me that I'm bad but I keep on getting better faster

I've lost my innocence
I've found my self-belief
And in a cup of loneliness
I've found instant relief

Oh daddy, are we out of luck?
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