monday night
When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend
I'll get a coffee and the paper, have my own conversations
with the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection
The mask I polish in the evening by the morning looks like shit
SHIT igen. Jag kan inte släppa den.
I'll get a coffee and the paper, have my own conversations
with the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection
The mask I polish in the evening by the morning looks like shit
SHIT igen. Jag kan inte släppa den.
posted by Baby | 1:20 AM
1 Comments:
I know you have a heavy heart, I can feel it when we kiss. So many men stronger than me have worn their backs out trying to lift it... Conor... Han är bra bra han...
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