...Na gut, ich lese die Nachricht noch und dann geht's echt ab ins Bett. Müde. Xx
"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."
"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."
Grrr... doppelt, nein, dreifach Frust.
Aber ich kann mich immerhin für Dust freuen...
Okay, ich erzähle ihm nichts von dem Trip. Ist wohl besser.
Und jetzt ab ins Bett, [i]gute[/i] Musik hören.
"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."
Okay, der Chef der Bar macht sich eindeutig keine Freunde, wenn er immer wieder seine Schlager wählt und dieses Spinnenfadenzeug war auch zu viel des Guten.. Ich hab immer noch was an den Klamotten. Dx