You're awake and it's morning, You look as it's black.
Your lips don't leave the suffication and you eyes never left the blinding matter.
I never imagined you like this,
No, not I. Not ever.
Once before, Isn't a chance, Here's to looking at you, now what about being you?
CHOKETRENDKILL · Wed Jun 27, 2007 @ 11:14pm · 0 Comments