yesterday was my birthday and well theres no difference btween yestreday and 2 day
im leaving on the 16th of january and im not getting that exciting rush i was expecting

im 19 and my birthday wish was to become 6 again



On broken wings I'm falling
And it won't be long
The skin on me is burning
By the fires of the sun
On skinned kneesI'm bleeding
And it won't be longI've got to find that meaning
I'll search for so long
Cry ourselves to sleep
We will sleep alone forever