by Starfire Lions » February 28th, 2017, 10:57 pm
Everyone in this house is sick. Pretty silent except for coughing, moaning, and my mental crying. You'll never see me physically cry. (Because I go in my bathroom to did it.)
Here's to the twilight, here's to the memories
These are my souvenirs
My mental pictures of everything
Here's to the late nights, here's to the firelight
These are my souvenirs, my souvenirs