Neznam sta da napisem osim da mi je dosadno i da me bole noge, ljeva mi je razrezana a druga raspucana.
ae pozz.

Ovo mi je najdraza grupa i njihova najdraza pjesma na jednom od najvecih koncerta na svijetu


Evo i rijeci:
i am a man who walks alone
and when i'm walking a dark road
at night or strolling through the park
when the light begins to change
i sometimes feel a little strange
a little anxious when it's dark
fear of the dark, fear of the dark
i have constant fear that something's
always near
fear of the dark, fear of the dark
i have a phobia that someone's
always there
have you run your fingers down
the wall
and have you felt your neck skin crawl
when you're searching for the light?
sometimes when you're scared
to take a look
at the corner of the room
you've sensed that something's
watching you
have you ever been alone at night
thought you heard footsteps behind
and turned around and no one's there?
and as you quicken up your pace
you find it hard to look again
because you're sure there's
someone there
watching horror films the night before
debating witches and folklores
the unknown troubles on your mind
maybe your mind is playing tricks
you sense, and suddenly eyes fix
on dancing shadows from behind
fear of the dark, fear of the dark
i have constant fear that something's
always near
fear of the dark, fear of the dark
i have a phobia that someone's
always there
when i'm walking a dark road
i am a man who walks alone



A ovo je isto dobra grupa i njihova moja najdraza pjesma:
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A i Rijeci:

Love's the funeral of
heartsAnd an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you

She was the sun
Shining upo
The tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail
He was the moon
Painting you
With it's glow so vulnerable and pale
Love's the funeral of
heartsAnd an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom

The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you
She was the wind, carrying in

All the troubles and fears
you’ve for years tried to forget

He was the fire, restless and wild
And you were
like a moth to that flame
The heretic seal beyond divine
A prayer to a god who's deaf and blind
The last rites for souls on fire

Three little words and a question wh
yLove's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you

A sutra cu staviti jos 2 pjesme od Hima

Nemam rijeci za naslov pa cu samo nastavit pisati o ovom danu:
Srijeda je pisao sam ispiranje mozga (priroda) i dobit cu izmedu 2 i 4. Danas moram jos na informatiku i trening... U p**** mate****
Ali (evo mene opet) zivot je zivot, sta ne? i tako ja sutra u basku da, da. super je: kupanje igranje kosarke sa starim frendovima i te stvari, izlasci van, ostajanje nako policijskog sata, ako nas nadu stur ca od njih, BJEZI KOLKO TE GLAVA NOSI!!! ili noge.
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i samo da vam kazem: JEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAA NAPOKON KRAJ SKOOLEEE, o ne... NE... NE! NEEE!!! Jos nije kraj
*smrc*