Random Indie Artistic Love Child.
Its not all flowers and meth.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
I don't mean to close the door
But for the record my heart is sore
You blew through me like bullet holes
Left stains on my sheets and stains on my soul
You left me broke down begging for change
Had to catch a ride with a man who's deranged
4/16/2008 02:16:00 PM
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