October 2008
fedt mest fest på torsdag, för spykenelever? :P för folk som känner nån som känner nån som känner mig, men ingen annan o.O
I went down to the seven islands, I had promised I would meet her there At the palm trees wrapped up in silence, and that ocean smell in the air But sometimes when I dream of her, on that island wher
How I wish that she would love me, 'cause I remember what she said How her letters used to release me, and that feeling that we never shared
she was heaven when I met her but she was hell when I came asking for more I say my clothes keeps me warmer than you babe. and I fell shaking on the floor. I wish I never held her dear
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