Ii Tear my HEART* open, ii sew myself shut. my w.e.a.k.n.e.s.s. iis that i {Care} too Much |
You can't kill me anymore, becasue honey, i just died in your arms. |
God Make Coke, God MAke Pepsi, |
& she keeps all of her [secrets], & tries to hide her ...past... because everything she's ever had left her way to ||F.A.S.T|| |