When My Lips Press Together And When I Sink Into Slumber, Everytime I Close My Eyes...
Talking to his shadow
He has thoughts to tell
Being the beloved
Filling with hope and joy
Reaching a state
Where its easy
To find a lonely sound
Fridays' dusk
Will turn into a Saturday
He has thoughts to tell
Being the beloved
Filling with hope and joy
Reaching a state
Where its easy
To find a lonely sound
Fridays' dusk
Will turn into a Saturday
3 Comments:
You should be in my life, you could be in my space... - Interpol / Narc
Bad. Just plain, bad. BD, do you proof these posts?
No he doesn't
And I gave up... he wont' listen to me.
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