Monday 16.53
My ship went down
In a sea of sound.
When I woke up alone I had everything
A handful of moments I wished I could change
And a tongue like a nightmare that cut like a blade.
In a city of fools, I was careful and cool
But they tore me apart like a hurricane
A handful of moments, I wished I could change
But I was carried away
Glitter | armar, black & white, hands, händer, scared, svartvitt | |
#1 - - Katta:

Fin blogg du har Kram <3

Svar: Tack detsamma! kram <3
Fanny Ståhl