Now talking's just a waste of breath, and living's just a waste of death... so why put a new address on the same old loneliness?
And so the days draw closer, her heart dies a little more. It's just like the intoxicating fumes of death and loneliness, both serve to kill. Just like the purpose they serve, they do it the same way.
hi, my words are dreary and i like them like that bcuz this is just about the other side of life. i also like boys w brown eyes and nice hair w a gorgeous smile and a heart after God's.