sexta-feira, 30 de setembro de 2016


He smells like whiskey and cigarrettes
She dresses herself in smoke and pain
He feels like a desirable but forbidden home
She feels like she can't find her place
He is insecure about his life
She is insecure about herself
He/She keeps making mistakes
She/He is the biggest one
They're each other's demons

"They say he shook himself to death
I wanna dance 'till my last breath..."

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