Wednesday, September 20, 2006
InwardConfloption
I'mAPrisonerOf Your
Loveda moon's high up, imma stil star'n straight right onto it. my eyes doesnt shut. i nda compromise btw tinkn n breath'n. i want no memories, dey'r lov souvenirs whn ure nt here. i nd none of 'em.I Fcukn' Abhor Army. It Stole My Boyfriend Away.he's missd.. wan u t wor i ou