Pretty deaths in musical beds.

This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters.
But we never stood a chance,
And I'm not sure if it matters.
If you are the shores, I am the waves begging for big moo-oons-oo-oo-oons.
I'm mailing letters to addresses in a ghost town.
No-o-o.

Your secret's out.
I know this hurts, it was meant to. (It was meant to.)
Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one.
And it's mind over you don't don't matter.

Fall Out Boy - Get Busy Living, Or Get busy Dying.

Sådant humör idag.

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