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our lady of sorrows ////
we could be perfect one last night and die like star crossed lovers when we fight, and we can settle this affair if you would shed shed your yellow. take my hand and then we'll solve the mystery of laceration gravity. this riddle of revenge. please understand it has to be this way and stand up fucking tall, dont let them see your back, and take my fucking hand, and never be afraid again. we've only got one chance to put things at an end and cross the patron saint of switchblade fights you said. we're not celebrities, we spark and fade, they die by threes...I'll make you understand and you can trade me for an apparition. "stand up fucking tall, dont let them see your back, and take my fucking hand..and never trust", you said who put the words in your head? oh how wrong we were to think that immortality meant never dying
my chemcial romance |