Hi, do you mind hearing what’s on my mind? Only thinking of a song, please don’t laugh along Walk the sky with an SOS And I, and I, and I...
Who could have predicted that beneath the Mirror Eyes would just be ballpoint pen ink, flowing out ceaselessly in ugly, staining tears. Who would have thought that rushing headfirst into something like that would be a terrible idea. Who could have known how beautifully terrible things would continue to get.
