What have we here, here is what we have, a house, the song it sings, lifting us to sorrow, now we sing, we sing our worries, worries of a different kind, now we sing, love and hate, deception and denial, who are we but of sorrows, now we are blinded by our selfish desires ♣♦♣♦♣♦♣♦♣♦♣♦♣♦♣♦♣♦♣♦♣♦♣♦♣♦♣♦♣♦♣♦♣♦♣♦♣♦♣♦♣♦♣♦♣♦♣♦♣♦♣♦♣♦♣♦♣
[Taylor the latte boy] · Sat Nov 11, 2006 @ 06:39pm · 1 Comments |