GOOD GIRLS GO TO HEAVEN BAD GIRLS GO EVERYWHERE

FUCK OFF...give me some sin

FUCK OFF...give me some sin
CADA HISTORIA TIENE UN FINAL, PERO EN LA VIDA UN FINAL TIENE UN NUEVO COMIENZO

lunes, 28 de abril de 2008

I wish that you didn't love me no more, i've been dead for years, i wish that you didn't own me no more, i've been here before. tell me something, tell me something, will I die, will i die on a rope? tell me something, tell me something, will i die, will i die? No, I won't! tell me something, tell me something, will i die, will i die on a rope? tell me something, tell me something, will i die, will i die? i want to draw the blood from your neck, spill the lies in your bed. i will give you a holy white rose, cut the tongue from your head. tell me something, tell me something, will I die, will i die on a rope? tell me something, tell me something, will i die, will i die? No, I won't! tell me something, tell me something, will i die, will i die on a rope? tell me something, tell me something, will i die, will i die? i belong to a line of red scent, teach the heart to reflect. the wound is wise for primal black eyes, there's a scarlet letter in my chest.

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