in·san·i·ty | B.E (HIATUS)
Everything was so sweet, until you tried to kill me.
Mature
"Why are you always barefoot?" I asked. "So I won't crush the roses"........ 'Our love is six feet under I can't help but wonder if our grave was watered by rain. Would roses bloom? Could roses bloom?' ♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪