At the end of the day you’re another day tireder,
And the Redbull can no longer keep you awake,
And the geniuses hurry past,
They don’t hear your brain slowly dying,
And exams are coming on fast, ready to kill,
One day nearer to a lie in.
Hello! I want to find new blogs to follow, so please reblog (not like!) f you post any of the following:
•Phantom of the Opera
•The Walking Dead
•anything from the Victorian era
•Broadway and/or West End
•idk like whatever you think I might like
Thank you! If you reblog, I’ll check out your page ::)
Yes it’s true there’s a child, And the child is my daughter… And her father abandoned us leaving us flat… Now she lives with an innkeeper man and his wife, And I pay for the child, What’s the matter with that?