Freitag, 17. Februar 2012

I kill myself in small amounts
In each relationship it's not about love
Just another funeral
And just another girl left in tears

And I'm waiting with the sound turned off
I'm waiting like a glass balloon
And I'm fading into the void
And then I'm gone
I'm gone, I'm gone
They said that hell's not hot 

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