by Ƨнα∂σω Ƙιƨƨ » Thu Jan 27, 2011 9:23 am
Camael sighed softly. He planned on taking the two pints of his ice cram to his room, "Whatever," he muttered as he began toward the stair case again, and took another bite of the vanilla ice cream. He wasn't paying all that muh attention, but he knew the mansion like the back of his hand.


So what if I can't forget you?
I'll burn your name into my throat
I'll be the fire that'll catch you
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
What if I don't even want to