I'm going, no don't start cheering yet I'll be back soon, around a week, then I'll be free for three whole months, and to yous in britain, Football is surly not coming home.


Everytime it rains, its on meEverytime it rains, it seems to rain on me Outside, it would be nice and bright Not me Whatever i do Whatever I say It dosn't seem to Do any good Do any help Do anythingEverytime it rains, its on me
verytime it rains, Its on me I close my eyes And pretend to be .............. Not me Not me, the weatherman


Paint on the wallsFreshly painted wall Still wet With the smell that stings And the one that makes everything flood back In a transplanted wasteland Of artifcal weakness If not one but several bombs Thanks for the satisfaction Of this bitter taste One of hate and loss And one that will dry and be painted over The first coat forgottenPaint on the walls


Shade of the StreamLying in this dream Of roses of sweet smeel In the corn grass I lie Ready for my dream to shatter like glass In the shade of the stream Lives my memories of the past Facing the wrong way I regret what I did To let go was not what I should have done I can't bring back the pastShade of the Stream
But it is time for her To run away Start a brand new day If life were easy It would be no fun She is a pier above the rest And will I build the stairs Or fall through a hole It is for none to decide but me
Keep it up + welcome to dA man
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"A lie told often enough becomes the truth"
- Lenin
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“Find the world of dreams, where anything and everything can happen. Live each day enjoying the life you create. You never have to worry about pain or suffering, or doing anything that you would not enjoy to do. Life seems to be perfect and nothing could
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