December 2007
The magicians secrets all revealed
And the preachers lies are all concealed
And all our heroes lack any conviction
They shout through the bars of cliche and addiction
I'm feelin' stressed there's a stone in my chest./
I'm miles away from performing my best./
I gotta open up, let go of that weight,/
fast before my past is catchin' up the pace./
I didn't wanna
Rain spat in my face, thanks a lot mate
And I lost a tenner on the way
Thinking about it, did I spend it last night
When I was drunk and I wanted to get more drunk?
Missed the train, t
Den här lille mannen är på cirka 70% av bilderna på mitt skolkonto. Praktiskt taget alla lade jag in i ettan.
'Oh Darling when will you ever learn?
The grass is always greener,
Its everywhere you turn
You'll see it:
Everything you're sure of is up for change
We're all stuck on this spinning stage'