Black Jack And Architect, Lets Drink Ourselves To Death .
Skrivet 2011-10-18 Klockan 17:09:52
Depptisdag. big time.
I went to a wishing well,
And sank to the ocean floor.
Cut on the sharpened rocks
And washed up along the shore.
I reached for a shooting star,
It burned a hole through my hand.
It made its way through my heart,
Have fun in the Promise Land.
La da da da, da da da da
La da da da, da da da da da
Wishing Well
I swear that I can go on forever, again
Please let me know that my one bad day will end
I will go down as your lover, your friend
Give me your lips, and with one kiss we begin
Are you afraid of being alone?
'Cause I am,
I'm Lost Without You
Ge dem en chans åtminstone.
Depptisdag. big time.
I went to a wishing well,
And sank to the ocean floor.
Cut on the sharpened rocks
And washed up along the shore.
I reached for a shooting star,
It burned a hole through my hand.
It made its way through my heart,
Have fun in the Promise Land.
La da da da, da da da da
La da da da, da da da da da
Wishing Well
I swear that I can go on forever, again
Please let me know that my one bad day will end
I will go down as your lover, your friend
Give me your lips, and with one kiss we begin
Are you afraid of being alone?
'Cause I am,
I'm Lost Without You
Ge dem en chans åtminstone.
Kommentarer
Postat av: Linn
Skrivet 2011-10-19 Klockan 00:05:11
Jag gillar dig mycket mera. (Och haha, vill ha en närmare rapport på hur fotsalvan fungerade på munsåret sen)
P.S I morgon är det onsdag. Onsdagar är bra dagar, har jag hört. Kram och Puss.
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