cam-ille:
don't become a ghost without no colour
cam-ille:
I only make jokes to distract myself
cam-ille:
i ran away from good
cam-ille:
You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom, blown on the steel breeze.
cam-ille:
dreams of yesterday, hope for tomorrow
cam-ille:
Comme il est loin le temps du ciel sans cendres.
cam-ille:
Summer
cam-ille:
Cup o' sun
cam-ille:
\
cam-ille:
Girl, it's your call. You wanna fly or you wanna fall?
cam-ille:
sometimes i wish we could just pretend
cam-ille:
Sam
