svi smo mi kreteni svoje vrste
02.11.2005., srijeda
stairway....
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There's a feelin' I get when I look to the west and my spirit is crying for leaving In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees and the voices of those who stand looking danas sam opet njonjava.. ne volim to, al mi mozda i potrebno.. danas se puno stvari izdesavalao, al onak, stvari koje me tjeraju da stvarno zavrsim neke price. i tesko je to.. i to je ustvari moj problem.. previse zelim imati oko sebe cvijece, sunce.. a to fakat tak nejde.. i kad tad u nekom dijelu zivota se treba odrec stvari, ljudi, obicaja koji nampuno znace da bi mogli nastavit dalje i biti sretni.. ne zadovoljni stvarno sretni.. u ovom trenutku... bez razloga... voljela bih... imat vise snage... vise hrabrosti... |
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Ono što jesmo, proizvod smo vlastitog razmišljanja.
************************** One Lonely Visitor-Chevelle Am I alone in here? Am I alone in here? Am I alone in here? Am I alone in here? Knew you were here, Sister confirms suspicions, And beside the note, You left on my bed Where I held you so close. Did you think I'd forget? Couldn't be more of a mess, For to breathe, Used to be another way, I'd take you in. Well it's time to wake up, And separate feelings That I keep falling into. Each seem like good reasons, That I feel a break down, I don't care if it shows up, I'm praying this for you, 'Til it's answered I'll say. Now it seems there's a choice, That began with a break, So today, Know that never again, Will I know you that way. Well it's time to wake up, And separate feelings That I keep falling into. Each seem like good reasons, I'm gonna break down, I don't care if it shows up, I'm praying this for you, 'Til it's answered I'll say. Am I alone in here? Am I alone in here? Am I alone in here? Am I alone in here? ***************************
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