On sleepless roads the sleepless go, may angels lead you in |
Sucsessful people change the words "would, want and might" to will. |
Death is loneliness' last resort. |
The rose who lies on my casket, |
&& today was the last day |
I see the blood all over your hands. Does it make you feel more like a man? Was it all just a part of your plan? The pistol's shaking in my hands. And all i hear is the sound. |
IT.Still.Hurts.Everday.</3 |
Cold heart torn apart, |
I miss you. |
_Even though death is inevitable, in my mind you are immortal_ |