22 May 2012
I wrote the word hope on my hands, It washed down the drain.
I wish I could vanish sometimes, Because I know no one would notice.
Everybody loves a winner, So nobody ever loved me.
Oh what a shame, What a rainy ending to a perfect day.
Why does everyone want love? It's the closest thing we have to magic.
No one ever tells you how to be happy when you grow up.
☆ • Opuss № I