söndag, november 27, 2005

fencin'

tired as hell, I fought jack sparrow three times in my sleep/
he told me I have to raise my guard, before they stab me to deep/
who knows, one of these blows could make me close my eyes/
seeing clearly for the first time of my life, just when it dies/
I became a punching bag, no one cares if I start rocking/
well aimed hits, feels like spit, soon my mind'll be blocking/
you had your chance to breach through, now case closed/
I don't care about wakin' up, sleep is what I missed the most/

1 Comments:

Blogger Lorenzo Petersson said...

it's cool dog, it's aight...
det är lugnt, för det jag har behöver du (uthäng med film, mera lagad mat, mindre ångest i din dag?)
ONE LOVE under tha...

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