08/05/2014

"I can't stop. Don't matter if I loose, baby you are the weapon that I choose. These wounds are self inflicted"

I never got the therm 'young love'
Quick, desolating, destructive... strong. Hot.

You break my heart and my wings
So the next one could do the same

Funny, we laugh so hard

It was so devastating
Still I am going down in flames for you
or the next one
Now there is always someone.

Young love
It may kill me
But I'd be happy to die for it