I sing for my people, I sing for my friends
I sing for justice, so that the world finally ends
I sing for my father who rests high above
and also for my mother who I deeply love
But as I sing I wonder, what is it for?
when there is no one who sings for me anymore...
Wa... du hättest MICH lieber vor IHM warnen sollen. .__.
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."
I sing for my people, I sing for my friends
I sing for justice, so that the world finally ends
I sing for my father who rests high above
and also for my mother who I deeply love
But as I sing I wonder, what is it for?
when there is no one who sings for me anymore...
...wenn ich die Tabs jetzt zu mache, sind sie weg... aber ich will mir die Links auch nicht speichern, das wäre so stalker-mäßig... Argh. Dx
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."
I sing for my people, I sing for my friends
I sing for justice, so that the world finally ends
I sing for my father who rests high above
and also for my mother who I deeply love
But as I sing I wonder, what is it for?
when there is no one who sings for me anymore...
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."
...Oh Gott, Herzinfarkt. Ich sollte mal dringend zum Optiker... X///x
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."
...Alte Schachtel? Oo
Ach ja, momentan sieht's schlecht für uns aus... Gott, dann wären wir zum ersten Mal seit ich mich erinnern kann nicht beim Fam-Treff. ;__;
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."
...hier sind aber noch so einige älter als ich. .___.
...woher wusste Perior das schon wieder? Dx
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."