Motorboat of Demise
I am a shooting comet. There in the window. Moon-dance.
I am praying right this instant that this thing called school will save my life. We all know none of us can. That, therein lies our beauty and our denouement.
We call ourselves heroes like all good lads and ladies do.
I am praying right this instant that this thing called school will save my life. We all know none of us can. That, therein lies our beauty and our denouement.
We call ourselves heroes like all good lads and ladies do.