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sourthrote, headacke
a bottle of wisky in front of me
a cigarette in my hend
blood on my heand
and dissines
again im my room
drunk and sad
going trough memories
cutting my wrists
drinking blood
smoking whatever i have
and the bottle is half empty
and im just sad
hurten with love
black sheep in white world
going under
dieing now in vain
dreaming about vermillion girl
falling from my ideas
sinking now again...
listening to requiem
to notes of my heart
mind of my soul
dieing...dieing...dieing.....
Post je objavljen 06.01.2005. u 21:21 sati.