August
September 2008
Destiny is not by chance, it's a matter of choice
Once I hade it right, it was all to late
. . counting all the assholes in the room . .
I've dropped out, burned up, fought my way Tuned in, turned on, remembered the things you said
most girls blend in, but we prefer to make a scene.
Tell me will the sun come out to play ,I'm tired of living in this rain of grey
Visa toppen
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