"I’m like your dirty little drug and you never get enough”
"We’re in positions that most people only say they know, you got hand right on a landmine ready to blow"
i hope he doesn’t suffer. i just want his mind to be at peace. i can’t stand worrying about him, worrying if he’s hurting. wondering if he’s still gonna be alive when i wake up.
and how I’m gonna carry on if he isn’t
I’m still listening to Lostprophets after all. And I don’t care what do you think. They are been one of my favorite bands for years, I cannot set them apart.