May 25, 2005 22:12
AND I HATE being in love. stop. fucking stop!
I have to club these emotions off with a wooden malett. He called me from the woods. He says he wants me. I want him. He says I'm cool. He is beyond cool. help.
kiss me in the rain like I'm dying today
and hold my hand like you lead me
you're an angel
and bite my neck with a bloody passion
and slit my wrists with a bloody knife
and end my life
because love will kill you.
"love is for fools that fall behind" -Fuel