Callan

The dead live then And the living die The young are raised by cold machines Doctors wired to save lives By any method, by all means Wounds healed, disease destroyed Souls depart and enter the void They pray for results, they pray for a fix Life and death in a deadly mix

I’m Gay, get over it, Your words won’t hurt me no longer. You can’t change the way I am, I’m just me! If you don’t like me, tough, That’s really not my problem! I can’t help being me! In fact, I’m proud. I’m proud of myself – All those months ago, When I came out […]