:: glaaataaaðuuuuuuuuuuuur.

See I don't know why you cryin' like a bitch
Talkin' shit like a snitch
Why you write a song 'bout me
If you really didn't care
You wouldn't wanna share
Tellin' everybody just how you feel

Fuck what I did was your fault somehow
Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out
Fuck all the cryin' it didn't mean jack
Well guess what yo, fuck you right back

Fuck what I did was your fault somehow
Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out
Fuck all the cryin' it didn't mean jack
Well guess what yo, fuck you right back

You thought you could really make me moan
I had better sex all alone (ha ha ha ha)
I had to turn to your friend
Now you want me to come back
You must be smokin' crack
Im goin' else where and thats a fact

Fuck all those nights I moaned real loud
Fuck it, I faked it, aren't you proud
Fuck all those nights you thought you broke my back
Well guess what yo, your sex was wack

Fuck all those nights I moaned real loud
Fuck it, I faked it, aren't you proud
Fuck all those nights you thought you broke my back
Well guess what yo, your sex was wack

:: HEIMSfræg í Belgíu!.

smáá erótíka síðan á Gullfossi  

Jean Pascal vinur minn gerir svona auglýsingaskilti fyrir böll og eh, fékk þessa líka snilldar hugmynd að hafa mig og David "í kéleríi" inná klósti með svona cocktail eitthvað. Fannstetta bara svo flott breytt hja honum varð að deila þessu með ykkur;D

:: And just for one day I wish I could disappear.

[[ Your just another star that's burnt out too quickly.
But I still see you, shining.
I'm just another guy that's fucked up immensely, but you still love me.
Why I don't know! ]]

 

Sakna þín............