can't seem to hold you like I want to so I can feel you in my arms.. nobody's gonna come and save you.. we pulled too many false alarms.. so go cry about it why don't you go cry about it why don't you... my dear, we're slow dancin' in a burnin' room, burnin' room, burnin' room

 

 Memory...is the diary that we all carry about with us.

 

 

„Heutzutage kennen die Leute von allem den Preis und von nichts den Wert.“

l'amour est un cadeau qui ne se refuse pas ♥