If you go,
I don’t think I’ll write
anything ever again.
I won’t eat
I won’t speak
I’ll waste away,
wishing I knew what to say
to make you stay.
I could start fires with what I feel for you.
Anonymous: i don't know if i saved it because i liked the music or because i like you
Anonymous: where are you now, do you think of me, in the quite, in the crowd?
You were strangely less in pain, then you were cold.
Anonymous: visiting your blog and saw an ask about how that anon save your previous playlist. i went through my documents and found that i also have one saved. weird
I’m surprised that people actually liked it enough to save it.