November 2009
There's a point I think we're missing, It's in the air we raise our fists in, In the smiles we cast each other. About the time we gave up hoping, We never find these locks still open, The hurt we fee
i sit alone in my room, drinking without a care, talking out loud to you like you're there take your picture out my back pocket, You're the fist face i wanna se when i get home and i wanna love you un
I'm maybe not so unique. I seem to get it all wrong when i'm angry and i try to speak. I know i misbehaved, and that you always forgave. Now i understand that you just turned into a silent
don't talk about death cause i got to much life too live! åh, nu är det inte allt för länge kvar tills den 2 januari!!!!! och vet ni vad som händer då? :]:]:]:]