October 2007
jag sket i idrottsgrejset i skolan, för att få bättre betyg i teknik , och jävla pissmonica som inte uppskattar nånting bajspåhenne.
The wind on my face
Last rays of the sun
Shine on my skin
My heart slow me down
Is all that I can feel
Come closer and see
See into the trees
Find the boy
While you can
Come closer and see
See into the dark
Just follow your eyes
Just follow your eyes
Suddenly I stop
But I know it's too late
I'm lost in a forest
All alone
The boy was never there
It's always the same
I'm running towards nothing
Again and again and again
I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what i choose is my choice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you
fittadåh. allt bara skiter sig. men jag pallar inte klaga och vara negativ. stockholm imorrn iaf. ska försöka göra det skoj.