That mistake was gold. I know that without you is something that I could never do. That was why, staple the eyes, and seven dates for me to sell machines and tear on. Seven Years, by Saosin
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About Me
Name: Listed above.
Age: 16
Gender:....GIRL
Hometown: Florence.
Favorite Food: Salmon. <--Didn't expect that from an Italian, huh? Didn'thinkso.
Height: 5'5
Weight: 117
Job interest: Geologist
Favorite pass time: Dancing <3
Favorite Sport: Soccer
Orientation: Straight.
Relationship Status: Single
Mood: Bored. As. Hell.
What do I want to do?
Play COD...Yeah...
Favourite Music
Hurtful words, From my enemies of the last five years, What's it like to die alone?
And how does it feel when tears freeze, When you cry? The blood in your veins is twenty below.
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet, Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget, Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet, Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
Something I cannot forget.
So for now, take this down a notch, Crash my car through your window, Make sure you're still alive, Just in time to kill you,
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet, Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget, Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet, Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
Something I cannot forget
( I can't take this take anymore ) ( I can't take this take anymore ) I cannot feel what you've done to me what you've done to me ( I can't take this take anymore ) ( I can't take this take anymore ) What you've done to me
So for now, take this down a notch, Crash my car through your window, ( window.)
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet, Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget, Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet, Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
