Tuesday, September 23, 2008 ♥ | 10:04 PM
Tommorrow's English.
That paper is going to decide my fate.
Damn it.
Mind in Disturbia.
Everytime I try to fly, I fall
Without my wings, I feel so small
I guess I need you, baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, it's haunting me
I guess I need you, babyI can't stop thinking Everytime.
Idiot.