ponedeljek, 04. april 2011

You're dressed to kill, and guess who's dying...

I don't know why I'm worrying who he's with.
Or why his phone is turned off. He's not mine,
he was never mine. He probably never will be.

When the world seems dark and full of sorrow, when my feet are dragging on the ground, 
I simply look at my gorgeous handbag and, suddenly, true happiness is found!


Sometimes, you've got to do what you
think is right. Damn the consequences.


I wasn't born with enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel right now.

some strange music draws me in.. makes me come on like some heroin.

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