dikt från igår.. by my feelings.. again
Kategori: dikter by me
They don´t speak anymore
Nothing is like before
Tears are running down on my cheaks
They are a salt and water mix
I hate the fights
And I will hate them forever,
Okay, everyone have their own rights
But don´t cross the line, never.
It´s just getting worse and worse
That sometimes I wish I had a horse
With which I could run away
From all this fuck
But now I gotta stay
And pray for the luck
