domingo, 24 de mayo de 2009
lunes, 13 de abril de 2009
...:::A bullet sounds the same in every language:::...
To those who never leave me alone To them my hatred will hone Not to something as beautiful as rain But something filled with pain You crush me when i begin to feel nice Because of you my throat i want to slice I wish to no longer drink in the air Of this world that never was fair. Just because I look big and dumb Doesn't mean my feelings are numb Even though I rarely speak The sound of my bullet is bleak. Matthew Hyatt |
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domingo, 12 de abril de 2009
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