No more stars, i beg. Stop buying me flowers, there ain't no room for an us wannabe. Basically a lovesick or maybe another lovefool wrapped up in those old papers you once wrote. Running out of words, perhaps out of light.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Venus
No more stars, i beg. Stop buying me flowers, there ain't no room for an us wannabe. Basically a lovesick or maybe another lovefool wrapped up in those old papers you once wrote. Running out of words, perhaps out of light.
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