"From lashes to ashes, from lust to dust, in your sweetest torment Im lost"

Sep 13, 2005 18:02

Ive made up my mind, that I need out of here.

Not just my house, but this town, this state.

So come February, or soon after Im gone. I have no real reason to stay here, and by then Im sure what ever few reason I do have will nolonger exist.
Previous post Next post
Up