"Cigarettes after shrek"
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She's never where she is. She's only inside her head.
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She looked like a religious icon, like somebody you'd sacrifice yourself for.
توی ذهنم یه موزه وجود داره که همه چیزایی که میخوام فراموش کنم اونجان ...
بعضی وقتا ناخواسته هم که شده به سمت اونجا جذب میشم
Repost from “در ماه”
Late in the afternoon
I watched you as you leave
You said you'll be back soon
You've got blood on your sleeves
The pieces you cut from me
I bleed out
The pain and suffering
I'll take now
I look into your eyes
And I can see right through your lies
And it's a terrible disguise
I think we both know who dies here
