bomberamatir

A DAY TO REMEMBER "The Plot To Bomb The Panhandle" I've learned to let go Come on Here's a middle finger Coming straight from oca-l-a I appreciate your judgement it's proved that I can't trust a word you say those must be some pair of binoculars that you see every move I make so I'll never be a liar but you'll always be two-faced You'll get what's coming to you You're blinded by your instincts I'm not your fucking game I'm not so easily beat I'm looking down at this mess that you've made and I can't believe that I stayed So unhappy for so long Where did I go wrong? I've got to get out of this my hand is on the handle We'

absolutely not in the mood for some photoChops... I just failed in my exams...about the score, just don't ask about it... sh*t!

Forgive me.... I'm trying to find my calling... I'm calling at night... Don't mean to be a bother but have you seen this girl? She's been running through my dreams and its driving me crazy, it seems I'm gonna ask her to marry me...