unfinished, by |
slip on your goulashes were going towards the rain stomping in the puddles and dancing in disdain i dont need your love ive got my own pain as the sea falls from the heavens to clear the past in vain (...not finished...) |
Posted: 2005-12-18 17:00:34 UTC |
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2005-12-14 16:32:03 | Faith |
I like it... very dramatic and emotional! |