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sâmbătă, 12 martie 2011

We'll find you when the sun goes black.

How it's like to feel that you fall?

From icy sky.

From A Lost Paradise.

To feel rejected?

Impossible to love.

Cold and dead?

But this time we'll show them all,how much we mean.

Because we are all here.

We can see you smile from your grave.

It's not hate what you feel.

You just feel lonely and useless.

And you don't know why.

But we know the reason.

Because you are just a scarecrow.

And I mean this,forever.

3 comentarii:

  1. si ziceai de mine ca sunt negativista,fiinta lu dumniăzău
    Daria

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  2. mi-au revenit starile alea naspa,in plm.
    incep sa vorbesc tot mai mult singura.

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  3. i'm here to help and you know that.

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