by NeonZebra » Sun Jan 31, 2010 4:26 pm
Jace was walking down the street, wearing his black shirt and pants. He had his hands in his pockets, and was whislting softly.

when you're at the end of the road,
and you lost all sense of control
and your thoughts have taken their toll,
when your mind breaks the spirit of your soul
your faith walks on broken glass,
and the hangover doesn't pass
nothing's ever built to last,
you're in ruins
~ green day (21 guns)