"Torch the moon, Burn the schools, She wrote in red On her bedroom wall- 'Nothing's Pure,' The paint runs to the floor She laughs too easily, And cries too hard Shouldn't drink alone, The colours run How can she forgive When we know well what we do?"
-from "Cries Too Hard" by The Whitlams
Midnight Fairy · Sat Aug 04, 2007 @ 08:01pm · 0 Comments |