(Source: hollow-anchors)
It’s a Saturday night. I am lonely. I am sick. I haven’t any dinner because there is nothing for me to eat and I feel forgotten.
Well I’m not all perfect just all messed up.
Deep words from The Veronicas.
It’s a Saturday night. I am lonely. I am sick. I haven’t any dinner because there is nothing for me to eat and I feel forgotten.
Well I’m not all perfect just all messed up.
Deep words from The Veronicas.