& I Play RUSSIAN ROULETTE, Every FXCKING Day,, It's Called LIFE.

Carry on, carry on. what doesn't kills you, makes you strong.

You promised the moon, but I prefer Uranus.

I need this, I need love, I need you.
I don't need one heartbeat, I need two.

Let the last thing I see be your sweet face, before death gives me its black embrace.

My deepest wounds, you heal.
& even make me forget that they were real.
(that's what my boyf said to me)

& what's the point in living, when everyone thinks you're allready dead?

And I'm Not Afraid To Die.
I'm Afraid To Live Whitout Being Aware Of It.

Sometimes it.s more brave to run away.
Then to be a slave and stay..