[O]ne man's vulgarity is another's lyric.
The nights were mainly made for saying things you can't say tomorrow day.
Who are you?Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?I have. I am fucking crazy.But I am free.
I earned my place,With the tidal waves.I can't escape this feeling,That something ain't right.I called my nameAs I crashed the gates,Still I can't escape this feelingThat something ain't right.
our love likestepping on to a planesitting down in a carwalking on unknown land will either take us to where we belongor throw us into darkness
Maybe the internet raised us, or maybe people are jerks.
I was always an unusual girl.My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the o...
I once had a dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events some of those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over...
You can plan on a change in the weather and time, but I never planned on you changing you mind.
You're rarer than a can of Dandelion & BurdockAnd those other girls are just post-mix lemonade
Oh, the truth I must tellIs I'm lonely as hellStill looking for myself