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comme des enfants




i am going to be SOBBING  when she dies.
The innocents were trapped there,Left to face the facts,That Mum won’t come to save them,And niether dear old Dad.The names are drawn by the hands of the cruel,The parents of children, who watch through and through,The Parents of children who laugh at their pain,Their sorrow, their tears of anguish and hate,Those innocent children who sit at Hell’s Gate.The stupid ones will volunteer,Don’t realize what they’ve done,Until they’re forced onto the platform,And pulled away from Mum.A tear rolls from their hollow eyes.And up in the heavens God can hear all their cries These cries of course are of anguish and hate,Those stupid little children, who sit at Hell’s Gate.The sky will be be painted a deathly glow,As the start is announced by President Snow,And twenty-three families who watch until the end,Will cry and feel sick, look towards a friend.And the children returned,Their eyes deepened and dead,You think of the message the Capitol said.By killing your children we are putting you straight.But not those poor little innocents that had died at Hell’s Gate

i am going to be SOBBING  when she dies.

The innocents were trapped there,
Left to face the facts,
That Mum won’t come to save them,
And niether dear old Dad.
The names are drawn by the hands of the cruel,
The parents of children, who watch through and through,
The Parents of children who laugh at their pain,
Their sorrow, their tears of anguish and hate,
Those innocent children who sit at Hell’s Gate.

The stupid ones will volunteer,
Don’t realize what they’ve done,
Until they’re forced onto the platform,
And pulled away from Mum.
A tear rolls from their hollow eyes.
And up in the heavens God can hear all their cries 
These cries of course are of anguish and hate,
Those stupid little children, who sit at Hell’s Gate.

The sky will be be painted a deathly glow,
As the start is announced by President Snow,
And twenty-three families who watch until the end,
Will cry and feel sick, look towards a friend.
And the children returned,
Their eyes deepened and dead,
You think of the message the Capitol said.
By killing your children we are putting you straight.
But not those poor little innocents that had died at Hell’s Gate


Tick Tock.



i want christmas.

i want christmas.


i will be living here next year. cool? yeah thought so.

i will be living here next year. cool? yeah thought so.


lol srs…

lol srs…


this song and video makes me want to be in love. and in france. gaaah!


junk of the heart <3

junk of the heart <3



hello.

let’s see where this takes us.

happy halloween.

grace xoxo


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