October 2008
When all your friends have come and gone, And the sun no longer shines, And the happiness for which you long is washed away like an ocean's tide, When all the hard times outweigh the good, And all you
Do I have nothing good left to say? Do I need whiskey to start fueling my complaints? People love to drink their troubles away. Sometimes I feel that I'd be better off that way. 'Cause maybe then I c
Min saab är död. den dog en mycket hård död idag. berget vann över bilen men inte över mig. Det kommer bilder på min bil när jag har hittat vart dom har k&oum