oh, i could throw you in the lake, or feed you poisoned birthday cake. i wont deny I’m gonna miss you when you’re gone. oh, I could bury you alive, but you might crawl out with a knife and kill me when I’m sleeping. that’s why;
i can’t decide, whether you should live or die.
posted 9:52 pm on Thursday, December 6, 2012 with 354 notes