The past is a drunk ex-husband.
The future is a mysterious, smiling stranger.You gonna ride this one through, baby?
Wasted and torn, you know you still can’t get off.We’re in it for the long haul.
Strap yourself in and let’s go.
Let the waves comeLet the winds blowLet me be soaked, burnt, frozenTrampled by every manner of foe Let the shouts riseLet the voices echoLet there be slogans, insults, criesAnd words that land like blows I will melt, I will breakI will drown, I will searI will bear every wound &…
Final Destination!