 Friends    | no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself . perfect little dream the kind that hurts the most forgot how it feels well almost no one to blame always the same open my eyes wake up in flames . so I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me till then my windows ache  melomanie: Well hi. It’s been a while. 5 months ago • Report • Link 0 melomanie: Either the memory of past bliss is the anguish of today, or the agonies which are have their origin in the ecstasies which might have been. |
