Kiedyś sobie coś obiecałem, kiedyś do tego dążyłem. Nie została ani obietnica, ani cel. Cóż. Jestem już żałośny? Wg mnie tak.
PS: wolę kurwa umrzeć, niż wziaść udział w konkursie foto o nazwie "Uwolnic miłość". Co za debil wymyśla takie rzeczy? Chyba tylko po to żeby gnębić ludzi. I chuj, mogę dostać nawet 10000000 punktów karnych. To już nie ważna, jak i wszystko inne.
As the cheerless towns pass my window
I can see a washed out moon through the fog
And then a voice inside my head breaks the analogue
And says
"Follow me down to the valley below
You know Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul"
I survived against the will of my twisted folk
But in the deafness of my world the silence broke
And said
"Follow me down to the valley below
You know Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul"
"My David don't you worry
This cold world is not for you
So rest your head upon me
I have strength to carry you"
(Ghosts of the twenties rising
Golden summers just holding you)
"Follow me down to the valley below
You know Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul
Come to us Lazarus
It's time for you to go