Fuck ; You
I want to drink you, scare you, f*ck you and film you.

You like to carry my heart
In a bag thats broken.
You're asking when do I stop?
When the bottle's empty.
Blacker than my father's soul,
Drunk enough to raise us all.

Pink roses.

6.7.08 21:53


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