You cannot face the fact without facing the crowd
You cannot let tangle slip without getting a bit lost
You cannot **** someone over without loving them first
You cannot tell a story without childhood memory
These things are our days
Our days are over
We are dead
**** me now
Don't wait
****
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 9:42 AM UTC
You cannot face the fact without facing the crowd
You cannot let tangle slip without getting a bit lost
You cannot **** someone over without loving them first
You cannot tell a story without childhood memory
These things are our days
Our days are over
We are dead
**** me now
Don't wait
****
