martes, 12 de abril de 2011


And no one what it's like to be hated, to be fated, to telling only lies. But my dreams, they aren't as empty as my conscious seems to be. I have hours only lonely...
My love is VENGEANCE that's never free.

No one knows what it's like to be mistreated, to be defeated behind blue eyes.
And no one knows how to say that they're sorry -and don't worry!-, I'm not telling lies.

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