sâmbătă, 9 noiembrie 2013

Miercuri, 6 noiembrie

atunci când nu mai e nimic de zis. nimic de simţit. nimic de trăit. 





My eyes opened to the emptiness.
My face was nothing but crooked lines.
I guess somewhere I really fell behind.
My feet were cold against the bathroom tile.
Took a shower just to pass the time.

My mind was full, too much to figure out.

I walk through the snow to a bar where theres no one I know.
Drink slow with nowhere to go.
And when I leave I'll be singing this song.
Summers gone, carry on, Im a ghost in the dawn.

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