when its gone...life is meaningless, until its gonebut who gives a fuck when its gone?when its gone...you cannot see the end, until its gone there is no more light in your eyeslonely convictionlonely goodbye and your eyes look so helpless in the night, by the pale moonlight and i will be there, holding you tightas the blood flows like rain all through the night, in the pale moonlight when its gone...losing everything all fucking gonei need to hear your screams you stole my everything always the last to knowits your turn to feel it now
viernes, 27 de marzo de 2009
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"Life is not like a gloomy Sunday
With a second ending
When the people are disturbed
Well they should be disturbed
Because there's a lesson
That really ought to be learned"
(Emilie Autumn - The art of suicide).
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