6/9/09
I'm tired and I felt it for awhile now.
In this sea of lonely the taste of ink is getting old.
It's four o'clock in the fucking morning.
Each day gets more and more like the last day.
While I'm standing in the river drowning
this could be my chance to break out,
this could be my chance to say goodbye
at last it's finally over
couldn't take this town much longer
being half dead wasn't what I planned to be
now I'm ready to be free.
Ariiiiiiiiiiii :O
has trnat a patinar?
passava
petonssssssssssss
skate or die
the_Kituss