"Hon med håret."
2011-08-11 | 21:35:33 |
Kategori: Allmänt tuff |
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Känd på gatan. Kan inte gå ut utan att ungarna skriker "det är hon med håret". Det är inte blått med gult ffs, färgblinda eller vaaaaad. Ville bara dela dessa intressanta nyheter med världen. Har nyss kommit hem, och ska nog ta mig lite te, kul va. Asful bild, men har inte så många bra på hårfärgerna. Färgerna har nyss tagit slut också...
I’m sorry I could never see
Someday you’ll die like every living thing
You can’t stay forever
If only I had realized that you could fade away
I would give you my everything
Just so I could see you smile more
Always unconditional
you never say a word but have my back
You always thinking of me first
I took for granted everything
but now it’s time for me to change
As long as you our still alive
I’ll do this all for you
Is to be born in darkness a dying star?
It’s like a flame shaken by passion
Ah, it’s terrible; warping reason
Swallowed by the waves, has my drowning love
been robbed from me by nothing but mere time?
The ringing has stopped, I’m being tied to my duties
Is to be born in darkness a dying star?
It’s like a flame shaken by passion
Ah, it’s terrible; warping…
Are they hazily lit memories? Even in this way, though I love you
The sky cruelly fires out rain, always
In the night as grief falls to you, I’ll send you a peaceful poem
For eternity, beautifully
All this I’ll give you
Someday you’ll die like every living thing
You can’t stay forever
If only I had realized that you could fade away
I would give you my everything
Just so I could see you smile more
Always unconditional
you never say a word but have my back
You always thinking of me first
I took for granted everything
but now it’s time for me to change
As long as you our still alive
I’ll do this all for you
Is to be born in darkness a dying star?
It’s like a flame shaken by passion
Ah, it’s terrible; warping reason
Swallowed by the waves, has my drowning love
been robbed from me by nothing but mere time?
The ringing has stopped, I’m being tied to my duties
Is to be born in darkness a dying star?
It’s like a flame shaken by passion
Ah, it’s terrible; warping…
Are they hazily lit memories? Even in this way, though I love you
The sky cruelly fires out rain, always
In the night as grief falls to you, I’ll send you a peaceful poem
For eternity, beautifully
All this I’ll give you
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