In the sea of invisible feelings, these are the ones that make it to the surface.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
I turn my face, against the sun and I wish my heart could burn
I may sound brutal but I swear, if this won't stop soon I'm going to rip my fucking heart straight out of my chest and toss it in the trash. I'm sick of the pain, I'm sick of the palpitations. I'm sick of it all!