Нашла на американском дайри.
Потерянные души)The smell of the past and present combine
Into a feeling that I just can't find
Into a feeling that I just can't hide
The story pulls me toward another end
And all I can remember is broken friends
And all I can remember is a broken friend
My broken sleep is taken out of grasp
Knowing this future will never last
Knowing this future will never last
And these whispers yell in my ears
As I try to hide all my present fears
As I try to find all my hidden fears
So I open my mouth breathe this air
Pretend that I have nothing and share
Pretend that I have nothing to share
Pretend that I have nothing
@музыка:
я не знаю, как называется
@настроение:
без сна
@темы:
вот собственно и...
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14.01.2009 в 06:10