неделя, октомври 29, 2006

my lucky star has fallen down



I lie around in bed all day just staring at the walls
Hanging round bars at night wishing I had never been born
And give myself to anyone who wants to take me home




It took a cup of coffee
To prove that you don't love me




Повече няма да пиша тук
Лишавам 'аудиторията' от превзетите си мисли



В момента
Garbage > Cup of Coffee



GO AWAY



fuck perfect