2001 HEARTBEATS
"you want to know what grows inside my head you make incisions with a rusty can you judge me by the standards that you set a perfect world built by a hypocrite" ~ Therapy? ~ |
and occasionally the dark clouds of the fears and doubts and usery games and lies that humanity seems to base it's feeble existence upon threaten to cast shadows on my hopes and dreams... but rain does not stop my parade of optimism for long (even when I foolishly give power to someone who betrays me)... to you, dear betrayers, all I can say is... that's your choice that's your bad and if it makes you mad that's your choice you've been had by your own web of lies and now you know I know the truth cuz you're afraid to look into my eyes 
NEXT BEAT |
THE SAME-TIME MENU BAR - FOR EACH GARDEN AROUND THIS SAME TIME |
