Super:Lovel:
Not everything that counts can be counted, and not everything that can be counted counts.
Don't worry about a thing, every little thing is gonna be alright.
My bag contains a gun, a bomb, a very large knife and loads of drugs!
Just when I thought I was out they pull me back in.
Sometimes I pretend to be normal but it gets boring so I go back to being me.
The backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done.
This time I'll be bulletproof.
Love is like wine and anointing oil, those who anoit themselves with it, enjoy it.
They're all part of the list, things that I miss.
You just have to keep screaming until they hear you out.
The mood is set, so you already know what's next.
Don't mess with my mind! I have flowers in it.
I hope you hang yourself with your H&M scarf.
If I really was mean, I'd make your life a living HELL. But instead I'll just sit back and watch you do it yourself.
Letting go doesn't mean giving up, but rather accepting that there are things that can not be.
I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, live does go on and it will be better tomorrow.
Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet.
We keep waiting, waiting on the world to change.
Everybody wants to change the world, but no one wants to die.
Super:Lovel:
Habbo sinds:
29-nov-2006
ik ben geen chinees, en jij?
