this friendly faces are looking at me
it looks like they want to play
are you gonna come?
are you gonna come?
this place, this house
it used to be so sweet, averything looks nice
details of a patient mom
wines ans storys of dad, smiles of brothers and sister
this place, this house
it's a lie, full of desesperation
it was an illusion, they where desesperate
they where desesperate, they wanted to hide it
how come i end up like this?
just the things that where disgusting to me
thats what i am now
una entrada diferente a las otras :'D
pero hey! es un blog se supone ke escriba sobre mi, supongo >:
le de arriba lo invente yo