February
March 2007
Palle äta glass ^^
Busä!! :P
Feed me !! ;)
There's still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
There's still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
There's still a little bit of your ghost, your weakness
There's still a little bit of you
You took a swing
and I flew right back where I came from.
It's all back to basics.
But now it's my pillow I weep on.
Grrrrr ;)
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