"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."
Ja, genau. :'3
...Naja, immerhin mit deiner Mutter verstehe ich mich dann. :/
"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."
...ich glaube, ich druck mir noch diese Story aus und gehe dann ins Bett...
Kopfschmerzen. Und keine Kraft mehr für Sui V. ;__;
"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...
Ja, Eilan, wir wissen, dass sich hier regelmäßig geistesgestörte Schwachmaten anmelden, die kein Schwein braucht. Darauf muss nicht regelmäßig hingewiesen werden.
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...
Ja...ich hatte mich ehrlichgesagt auch drauf gefreut.
wenn man ihn denn unbedingt hätte sterben lassen müssen...warum hat man es nicht später gemacht? Das war ja wohl seeehr früh...
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...