A little heart is pounding in my chest Pounding as long as this reality is my prison I´m gonna walk away from this reality where there is no grace for me at all
Dagliga arkiv:september 22, 2014
My treasure
The perfect crime has been comitted A baldheaded idiot has done his awful deed He sits there content and satisfied I´m sick of hate and despair What can I possibly do? The treasure that I´d worked hard to create is devasted The scoundrel believes he´s gonna get away with it withoutFortsätt läsa ”My treasure”