Green light, Seven Eleven,. You stop in for a pack of cigarettes. Hey now, check your change. Dressed up like a car crash. Because when he hurts you, you feel alive. Oh, is that what it is? Red lights, grey morning. You stumble out of a hole in the ground. A vampire or a victim.

My life is not really interesting . So if you want to look my blog, you can. Ajouter cette vidéo à mon blog.

A pas longtemps un concert. G ui t ar and.

You claim to know a thing or two about heartache. Dancing across your face, and when the blackness veils your eyes in pain. And love letters read like obituaries.

Babylon circus- il pleut des bombes. Bn ben comensson par Air Gear.