That's all.
I'm sick of changes.


mint and freedomi've tasted freedom on my lips today and it tasted like mint, felt like - like glitter on my cigarette and purple straps, and when it left in a strange car, filled with stranger people, i was left with but a beer in my hand and echoes of a long gone laugh; and i thought, this is how i wanna live, this is how i wanna die, with mint on my lips and not bothered that i was left alone, all glittery and bleary eyed after Freedom recited a song just for me, with passion in her throat that was not meant for me, but sure sounded like it was, sure sounded limint and freedom


on and onwhen she drowned,on and on
the drums kept on and on,
marching for your loss,
on and on and on they went,
but she couldn't hear them;
didn't you know that
her ears were filled with water,
and there were too many tears,
too many tears hidden in her heart
to keep on swimming?
while she lived,
you went on and on and on,
your words flowed like a river,
on and on and on you went,
speaking the bitter truth,
but the heart would not know
if you lied


nothing will bring you back... and the silence echoed in my ears; there should be your words there to fill it, but you are long gone...nothing will bring you back
and if the house was once full of laughter, it now rots away, untouched, unfilled, for one heart can never make it whole, one mind never keep on smiling (forever) ...
there are still fingerprints on the glass panes; not even dust would dare disturb your memory, but you are long gone...
your clothes still lie where you had left them, and the shoes still remember your steps, but there where you once sat on the chair, I could never sit again


dont worry.if it is my pain that angers youdont worry.
(like the fact that I can't let go of people, can't forget the faces of those who left me behind)
or my weaknesses that rob you of your pride
(like, for example, that I talk with the homeless or spend all my salary on striped socks and gloves)
then I can tell you only this; I will hold on to your pictures for long after you will leave and every song will remind me of you, but I don't think you'd mind that;
I will wander the streets searching for your face
and if perhaps a beggar asks me what's wrong, &nb
... THEY CHANGED THE POKE EMOTE WHY.
Pestering pigeon!
Ravno sem videla, da ti je več Sommersturm.
I`m in Japan right nao.
You just had to say that so you could feel better, point your stupid little fingers at me and do the evil Japanese laugh you learned yesterday and relish the fact you're as far away from me as it gets.
WELL FINE. GUESS WHAT. Um...
I forgot the end of my awesomely cool speech
But enjoy yourself
I did enjoy myself (back now).
But I didn't get laid. Hopefully you can make this up for me.
i found u on mf
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Oh please! I don't care, what you think about me. I'm an artist, after all.
Hola
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Oh please! I don't care, what you think about me. I'm an artist, after all.
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