Grey puctures of my broken peace...
I always scream you "please"...
You kill me so blood-thirsty.
I feel myself a ftosty
You love....and love to torment
I have a batterfly in stomack
I know that you revenge
Onself for love. Its srange....
My ugly love live very hard....
You think about yourself...Its mud...
I want to see the smile in eyes...
But only melanholy....ice..
Sometimes I feel asolitude
Have very sad a mood
Because your "love" kill
И ТЫ МЕНЯ УБИЛ!
Отредактировано EdGe_of_DeAth (2008-11-22 14:27:42)