Fickle visions messing with your head

Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in Like waves of sweet fire, you're safe within
Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in And carry you over to a new morning
-Poets Of The Fall


finns inget att skriva, inget som betyder något iallafall.
allt jag kan säga är:
"the pain will never fade away, but you can make something of it, you can treasure it, and wrap it in pink cottoncandy, and the pain will turn into sweetsweet memories"
-hemlig livsglädje