Lo típico: un menjunje de las cosas que me gustan.
Además: Profe de Artes, siempre con hambre, 25, ermitaño, maniático, y wena ondis.
Burn it down ‘til the embers smoke on the ground And start new when your heart is an empty room
When I was in middle school, I would lie on the ground and listen to this song and cry. Here I am, years later, doing...
but you shed not a single tear, for the things that you didn’t need, ‘cause you knew you were finally free
Thus song yes omf