tirsdag den 4. januar 2011


On my window there's cold, wet rain,
and outside it's dark,
- trying not to go insane. 
'cause I don't act like the good old singing lark. 

Where's the butterflies?
Where are you when I need you,
Why all these stupid lies?
don't you know I hate you too?

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