"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...
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."
Auf jeden Fall swaggier als dein FB-Foto.D:
Btw, solltest du dich als Admin nicht auch mal wieder zeigen? D<
"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."
Und jetzt gib mal nicht so an, so ne große Nummer bist du nun auch wieder nicht. :]
"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."