The scammers and the skimmers all swim around together and every dealer has a fish tank
There’s a charm, there’s a blade
There’s a lot in the rain
There’s a hope, there’s a chain
There’s a lot in the rain
Devil makes his money on the small moves
Sometimes, we remember our bedrooms
And our parents’ bedrooms
And the bedrooms of our friends
Then we think of our parents
Well what ever happened to them?
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autor: DonTravolta, 20/04/2024
How it feels when we fall, when we fold?
I’m faking my own death so I can get some rest, I know I thought of everything, at last twice!
Vezane objave
Arhiva
Old man, look at my life, I’m a lot like you were…(pape sritan rođendan)
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
And cut him ’til he cried out
In his anger and his shame
“I am leaving, I am leaving”
But the fighter still remains
I’ll taste the tastes until my mind drifts from this scene(and it runs again)
Everything you do is true
As long as you believe it
And everything you say is play
And that’s how you should treat it
And everyone is high
Until there’s something makes them low
