October 2009
32 posts
And I haven't got a thing to wear.
Massive misinterpretations mingle Slight single sonnets I don’t have a letter for you I don’t have a single kiss
The carton is now empty everyone of them burnt to the filter I can’t leave the house for fear of you finding me
I wanted to hold your hands but that was just a blind man’s wish.
I want to sing but its snowing and I haven’t got a thing to wear.
Fuck .rar files that have passwords. Seriously WTF mate?
You’ve been dodging all my glances Heads turn quickly when my eyes pass Doesn’t matter all that much I’ve been wondering what it would be like to touch.
Segregated all through classes I don’t know how to make advances Oh, what a day for nothing to happen again.
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