понедельник, 12 сентября 2011
Я когда-нибудь умру. А мир продолжится. И интернеты.
Люди озабочены следами после себя. Наследили - уберите.
Оставлю мёртвые аккаунты вам. Со своей историей. Реинкарнирую через сто лет и воскрешу их.
txtlists
i make lists
of all the things that i need to fix
of all the things that I'm not prepared for
of all the many things that i dread
lists
i make lists
of all the things i tried for, but missed
of all the things i gave up, but cared for
of all the words of love left unsaid
dream, without fear
your indian worry doll's here
under god's pillow so small
so that way you won't worry at all
dream, without fear
your indian worry doll's here
under god's pillow so small
so that way you won't have to worry at all
lists
very long
of all the things that I'm doing wrong
of all of the hysteria pending
of all the things I'd love to forget
lists
very deep
of all the time i can't seem to keep
of all the songs that still have no ending
of all the ways to do better yet
dream, without fear
your indian worry doll's here
under god's pillow so small
so that way you won't worry at all
dream, without fear
your indian worry doll's here
under god's pillow so small
so that way you won't have to worry at all
@настроение:
это не депрессия
@темы:
music,
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