February
10 March 2008
These ashtrays are volcanoes now.
Apartments burn in red and brown.
Salt the earth and never grow.
Notice ashes look like snow.
Falling and just sitting there.
More trash than the county fair.
after everything that happend
I hope that you and I
still can be friends
when the morning sun rise
friends until the end :) ^^
the drummer of the year :D
We’ll knock back a few, (We’ll knock back a few)
and talk about life (And talk about life).
His hero is gone and all the smiles have faded.
They come in masks to
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