searching for the truth in all the wrong places.
life is a mockery.
Showing posts with label
the hush sound
.
Show all posts
Showing posts with label
the hush sound
.
Show all posts
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
you were a child who was made of glass
and when you're gone, will they say your name?
and when you're gone will they love you the same?
if not, that's okay.
Older Posts
Home
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)