Aren't you tired cause I will carry you, on a broken back



Aren't you tired of being weak?
Such rage that you could scream
All the stars right out of the sky
And destroy the prettiest starry night
Every evening that I die

I'll show you that place
In my chest where my heart
Still tries to beat, It still tries to beat

Live
Love
Burn
Die
2011-09-28 @ 23:18:53 Paparazzi Permalink

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