fredag 13 februari 2009

Skitarädd

Nu vill ja bara sätta mig o tjura eller kanske snarare plaskgråta och det finns faktiskt ingen anledning till det. Det är bara den där djävla skitkänslan igen.

Jag har slutat tolv idag för ja ska åka o träffa farbror doktorn. Håller ni era tummetottar eller?
Det vore hemskt gulligt.

3 kommentarer:

  1. Hello there there. Don't worry, I know Dr.Dängroth really well, a wonderfull person.
    I've told him to treat you gently.

    I wonder if you want to play with Yourke Litoris Sometime. Your 4 ever. //Mike Litoris

    SvaraRadera
  2. eek me, call me
    I'll be waiting

    This distance, this dissolution
    I cling to memories while falling
    Sleep brings release, and the hope of a new day
    Waking the misery of being without you

    Surrender, I give in
    Another moment is another eternity

    (Seek me) For comfort, (Call me) For solace
    (I'll be waiting) For the end of my broken heart
    (Seek me) Completion, (Call me) I'll be waiting
    (I'll be waiting) For the end of my broken heart

    You know me, you know me all too well
    My only desire - to bridge our division

    In sorrow I speak your name
    And my voice mirrors my torment

    (Seek me) For comfort, (Call me) For solace
    (I'll be waiting) For the end of my broken heart
    (Seek me) Completion, (Call me) I'll be waiting
    (I'll be waiting) For the end of my broken heart

    Am I breathing?
    My strength fails me
    Your picture, a bitter memory

    For comfort, for solace
    (Seek me) For comfort, (Call me) For solace
    (I'll be waiting) For the end of my broken heart
    (Seek me) Completion, (Call me) I'll be waiting
    (I'll be waiting) For the end of my broken heart

    SvaraRadera