IRC-Galleria

Still searching for myself from the harvest of unfamiliar faces running in the rain choking upon these words and the pain someday there will be rain to wash all this shit away... and someday life will take me out of my misery so you say you are confused you want to skip this chapter in your life God knows I'm trying to make it all clear to you but maybe if you found out the truth I may just lose you; see the clouds in the sky they tell you I'm awake I see the grass in the ground it tells me you're in sleep again..