I open my eyes, hoping to see meaning of this day. But nothing is happening around them. Again the fight. Trying to find the strength to continue what began. We are not talking about fun. Around them.
What are you trying to prove. I think to myself Nothing important. Nothing moves.and I am not your slave I am tired explaining the same thing. Just cut me off.
I am tired of your past Who will be the last? I am tired of your past Who will be the next?
Two kilohertz more information than one. But I believe that everything will be fine. I believe that the white color is brighter than black. And my friends had never stuck knife in my back Someday somebody cure HIV Maybe it will be you or me. Our thoughts will be cease to be rough. Best drug to be music and love.
I hope that everything will be fine There will be a new time