The truth is, you could slit my throat, and with my one last gasping breath, I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt.
I've neglected my dear Taking Back Sunday.
All I need to know is that I'm something you'll be missing.
So to make up for my neglect, the next few posts will be titled with TBS lyrics or song titles.
Listening to all their songs again though, I can relate to a lot of the lyrics.
Stop everything, start it all over, remember more than you'd like to forget.
Two sides twist and then collide, you're calling off the guards, I'm coming through.
But it's you I can't deny...
Maybe.
xx
Sunday, November 29, 2009
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Bonjour pourquoi il n'y étranger!
I'm Cherie.
Those who don't know me think I'm a quiet, innocent, antisocial little nerd. I might even come of as rude due to my mute tendencies.
Those who know me, know I am none of those things (especially not innocent).
S'il vous plaît, emmenez-moi sur le plancher, à la fois!
xx
Those who don't know me think I'm a quiet, innocent, antisocial little nerd. I might even come of as rude due to my mute tendencies.
Those who know me, know I am none of those things (especially not innocent).
S'il vous plaît, emmenez-moi sur le plancher, à la fois!
xx
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