by Diablo de amor Sep 29, 2006
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
You've seen me before, you've seen me again, now its changed and we'll never talk the same together again, you called me sweet, i smiled with glee. At a drop of a dime flipped my mind, i really wish i could turn back time and keep my sane mind. back and forth I've switched, again and again I've turned into him, i feel so sick. |