just another case of writers thinking they have a good idea and not admitting it stinks
Beyond Cruel Received
The Comfort Of A Broken Heart
Now Palette Shades
The Image After Life
Surrounded By A Million Faces
One By One
I See The Judgement In Their Eyes
Like A Disease
I'm Always In The Wrong
And Now The Numbness Wearing Off
I Can't Stand The Pain
Last edited by IPEEINTHESHOWER; 10-10-2010 at 10:44 AM.
You and I, our levels are as distant as the earth from the heavens.
I do think it would be most imperative if you left now......