А смерть всегда надежнее любви
тупик .. презрение, ненависть .. и надежда, что все не так
I’m sick of picking the pieces, and second-guessingI just need a little of your time, a little of your time ..
To say the words I never said
I’m sick of picking the pieces, and second-guessingI just need a little of your time, a little of your time ..
To say the words I never said