Lie to me, convince me that I've been sick forever. And all of this, will make sense when I get better. But I know the difference, between myself and my reflection. I just can't help but to wonder, which of us do you love.

So I bleed, I bleed, and I breathe, I breathe no more...

so let the record show that you murdered me in your coldest blood with your own tho hands ~

• Are you suffering? I want your suffering...

♥

Killing Loneliness ♥

Raawrr! =3