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...
*vollgespuckte Pflegemaske abnimmt*
...Ja, solche kleinen Jungs verschönern mein Weltbild ungemein. Hahahaha. ^o^
*winkt und lächelt*
Zum Glück gibt es dagegen auch noch männliche Wesen mit zumindest etwas Anstand. :'3
"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...
Und da wird uns immer gesagt, wir sollen ihn nicht provozieren. ^o^
Spar dir die Mühe, Roxy. Das hilft auch nicht mehr weiter. Trink lieber mit mir ein Glas Milch und schnapp dir nen Keks. Meine Kuscheldecke ist groß genug für zwei Mädels. x3
"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...