niedziela, 21 sierpnia 2011

Can call all you want,
but there’s no one home,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!
Out in the club,
and I’m sippin’ that bub,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!



piątek, 19 sierpnia 2011

poniedziałek, 15 sierpnia 2011

I lick off the wrists I you your my blood papers as pale thus become
I am not afraid I am not afraid to while whispering my name
Becoming weaker whispering with all his strength to help,
someone comes running but does not see us.