This is for the ones who have raced with their thoughts and wrestled with their mind For the ones who know peace lies within but have been through madness For the ones who've wished to
Why did I wash my hair Why have I got nothing to wear? On some days my zen is at rest I am angry, a flame to my zest Blame myself for world hunger and wish I was
The Gift of You It’s a quarter to nine in the morning and I am waiting for the District line train to Wimbeldon. It will arrive in 2 minutes and I am ready to
Искам да лежа по корем на брега и да се оставям на вълните да достигат раменете ми. Искам да усещам мокрия пясък под свода си. Искам да харесвам музиката, която слушаш, а ти да ме
