Why?Tell me, why?You don't call me anymoreDon't you want me anymore?BlackIt's all blackIt's the colour of my heartIt's the colour of my eyesBut I'm hereYes I'm hereEverybody seems to mean so muchEverybody seems to think I'm fineLateIt's too lateI am punishing myselfBy admitting it's too lateLaughYou may laughYou can laugh at me for daysYou may spit me if you wantBut I'm hereI'm still hereEverybody seems to mean so muchEverybody seems to think I'm fineLook at meThere were more to seeThere were more to be proud of...
Τρίτη 29 Ιουλίου 2008
MONIKA OVER THE HILL
Why?Tell me, why?You don't call me anymoreDon't you want me anymore?BlackIt's all blackIt's the colour of my heartIt's the colour of my eyesBut I'm hereYes I'm hereEverybody seems to mean so muchEverybody seems to think I'm fineLateIt's too lateI am punishing myselfBy admitting it's too lateLaughYou may laughYou can laugh at me for daysYou may spit me if you wantBut I'm hereI'm still hereEverybody seems to mean so muchEverybody seems to think I'm fineLook at meThere were more to seeThere were more to be proud of...
Δευτέρα 28 Ιουλίου 2008
Κυριακή 13 Ιουλίου 2008
Πέμπτη 10 Ιουλίου 2008
Σάββατο 5 Ιουλίου 2008
Πέμπτη 3 Ιουλίου 2008
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