September 2009
The pessimistic you The merciless you And the self loving you, What are you looking at? With comparing and getting things in proportions you scream out mad You wanted this ending to happen You must b
The wind of Indian Summer pulses, With the warped sound, my ideals crumble My future falls apart, I'm done for, I... I want to be with you longer, I want to stay with you longer but, The fragile tears
The bell of reality rings out loudly from down deep within And disappears with all the wind Ja... Då var det väl slut.
[Inglorious bastards] Jävlar vad bra den var! Kanske inte Tarantino's bästa, men helt klart en av dom!! Bra rakt igenom!
Deep within the hell of my heart ... I can't go back A self-torture loser, not being able to see tomorrow Suicide is the proof of life Even loved ones scatter like petals from flowers in my hand So e
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