- and will you,tell all your friends,youve a gun to my head? -
im freezing.my fingers are cold and so is my inner core.it feels like i swallowed my heart.i dont feel depressed,i feel worse than that.i know what goes on,im not stupid.
*well which would you prefer?my finger on the trigger or me face down across your floor?well just so long as this things loaded...*
theres nothing anyone can do.
theres no fucking reasons alright.i dont care what anyone says, because ive heard it all before.
sure,i love people,and some of the thigns i have,and some of the things i want,but that doesnt do anything.everyone will love me the same when im gone,and they wont have a chance to hate me if i dont talk about it.please dont reply to this comment.i dont want any comments.
but anyways.im cold,tired,hungry,and depressed,so im gunna go.
*well which would you prefer?my finger on the trigger or me face down across your floor?well just so long as this things loaded...*
theres nothing anyone can do.
theres no fucking reasons alright.i dont care what anyone says, because ive heard it all before.
sure,i love people,and some of the thigns i have,and some of the things i want,but that doesnt do anything.everyone will love me the same when im gone,and they wont have a chance to hate me if i dont talk about it.please dont reply to this comment.i dont want any comments.
but anyways.im cold,tired,hungry,and depressed,so im gunna go.