טוב הייתי חייב משהו כדי להעביר את הטעם המתקתק של הפופ מהפוסט הקודם,
כי סכרת וצרבת בעת ובעונה אחת.
אז
I've got an "F" and a "C" and I got a "K" too And the only thing that's missing is "U" I've got an F and a C and I got a K too And the only thing that's missing is a bitch like you
A strange kind of love A strange kind of feeling Swims through your eyes And like the doors To a wide vast dominion They open to your prize
This is no terror ground Or place for the rage No broken hearts White wash lies Just a taste for the truth Perfect taste choice and meaning A look into your eyes
Blind to the gemstone alone A smile from a frown circles round Should he stay or should he go Let him shout a rage so strong A rage that knows no right or wrong And take a little piece of you
There is no middle ground Or that's how it seems For us to walk or to take Instead we tumble down Either side left or right To love or to hate
לפני 6 שנים. יום רביעי, 19 בפברואר 2020 בשעה 19:28
היה ערב מדהים, שיעור קשירה עם עיניים מכוסות... אחת החוויות החזקות יותר שהיו לי בעולם הקשירה.
עוד על זה (בתקווה שישלחו לי גם תמונות) מחר.
בינתיים, תחיו את הרגע.
Time lost forever - the seconds keep running Just like the sand in the hour-glass All the faces I ever knew have to die someday They fade away
Life is a distance And I walk it half way back Sooner or later My thoughts drifting backwards The future is catching up And I didn't notice anyway
So how can I say that anything we ever had was something Words we spoke meant something I really miss the days gone by Although I hardly can remember Things we had meant something Words we spoke meant something I really miss the days gone by Although I hardly can remember