Sober

I can't stand the reflection of my self in the mirror.
All I can see is all the things I don't want to be.
My bottle with tequila is my rescue from me
I swollow my sorrows, I drown them in liqour
I loose myself into something unknown


I'm longing for the day to come when I can
look back at my reflection in the mirror,
sober, and still believe that I'm beautiful...

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Postat av: anna

hej finalina, maila mig gärna pü [email protected] sü jag für din mail. PUSS

2009-02-25 @ 21:29:00
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