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torsdag 3. desember 2009
I don't know what to do anymore. Except maybe die.
I woke up this morning, you know... and the sun was shining, and it was nice, and all that type of stuff. And the first thing, I saw you, and, uh, I said, "Boy, this is gonna be one terrific day, so you better live it up, because tomorrow you'll be nothing. You see? And I almost was.
always the silent treatment/
always the stubborn child/
I kept my mouth shut tight/
I kept my mouth shut tight/
always the one that got away/
always the silent treatment/
I only have myself to blame/
I only have myself to blame..
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