about a life, and a girl stuck in a town where nothing ever seems to change, where even the underground clubs lost their appeal, where a glass of red wine meant nothing but stained teeth and a headache the morning after. searching for my own yellow brick road, my very own road to joy, i looked to albion. it will begin ten minutes from camden high street. the only end known to me is the grave.
Inga kommentarer:
Skicka en kommentar