miércoles, 27 de enero de 2010


Depression, my new obsession...
Home - Sweet - Home
Self-mutilation is like a sick art show.

SixSixSix.


If you were here I'd never have a fear. So go on live your life. But I miss you more than I did yesterday. You're so far away. So c'mon show me how. 'Cause I mean this more than words can ever say. Some might say we are made from the sharpest things you say. We are young and we don't care. Your dreams and your hopeless hair. We never wanted it to be this way. Do you care at all?