(Source: raisaboing)
Guys, we have a problem
My heart is the worst kind of weapon.
Tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that I can't say.
We're going down, down in an earlier round and Sugar, we're going down swinging i'll be your number one with a bullet a loaded God complex, cock it and pull it.
Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman. Maybe he won't find out what I know: you were the last good thing about this part of town.
- Raul Victor M. :)
