This is what happens when we separate, this happens to all dead weight. I fear we can only wave goodbye.
domingo, 28 de agosto de 2011
We can’t be thrown one wing will never fly, neither yours nor mine.
This is what happens when we separate, this happens to all dead weight. I fear we can only wave goodbye.
Suscribirse a:
Enviar comentarios
(
Atom
)
0 Gritos al vacío :
Publicar un comentario
lugares donde gritar.