by auntslappy282 » 10/25/2010 12:48 AM
Lilac turned toward Loki as she left. "Bye Loki. Nice meeting you," I called after her. I looked at Boston out of the corner of my eyes, not willing to make eye contact. I looked at my feet. Obviously he still hates me. Not just him....But all of them.... He turned his head toward the side.
This is gospel for the fallen ones,Locked away in permanent slumber,Assembling their philosophies,From pieces of broken memories.~ If you love me let me go,If you love me let me go,‘Cause these words are knives that often leave scars.The fear of falling apart,And truth be told, I never was yours.The fear, the fear of falling apart.~This is Gospel- Panic! at the Disco~