claudia + 80. let her in
I want to be dead. When I am, I'm in bed. I can be so mean. You can beat me. I would like to shame you. I would like to blame you. Just because of my love to you // Cause love itself is just as brief as a candle in the wind, It is pure white just like sin. 'Cause love itself is just as innocent as roses in May. It is pure white just like sin











