Love doesn’t seem to be, it will be always real, cause if it’s not, that’s not love.

martes, 3 de mayo de 2011

"You don't have to tell me that i'm fucked up, I already realized that, what you have to tell me is to stop."

Cause if you are not here, how am I supossed to live? You were an adicttion, that's why I started with the cigarrette.

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