Wyświetlanie postów z marzec, 2013

keep your old and wasted words; my heart is breaking like you heard

wciąż napierdalam syf na kartki jak Pollock

I got to make a change, I don’t wanna see your face

wilk chodnikowy

I got your name tattooed high like a helium balloon

the devil makes us sin but we like it when we're spinning in his grip

this means war

mimo, że to przeszłość, to jednak rzuca cień na teraz

with hearts on fire I reach out to you tonight