Put On Your Rosey Red Glasses by The Number Twelve Looks Like You

Don't Get Blood On My Prada Shoes

by The Number Twelve Looks Like You· from Put On Your Rosey Red Glasses

cringing at the sight, flawless face dragged i giggled, kissing my fingers, type c and saliva bubbling kissing my fingers find an easier way of dying, before you get murdered. type c and saliva bubbling kissing my fingers the floor boards will never hold the same finish