If that happens again someone's gonna get shot.... with an arrow of love!
I'm a big stupid history nerd.
Why can I never go back to bed? Who's is the voice ringing in my head? Where is the sense in these desperate dreams? Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?
History written in pencil is easily erased, but crayon is forever.
I smile to myself knowing that they may be dead.
My reasons to live Were my reasons to die But at least they were mine Now I've freedom unbound Cut the laces of life