It looked like the perfect day
In photos we were smiling
But something was wrong in you
Inside you were suffering
Lungs were barely moving
I wanted to comfort you
So i said, "ahhh..
Oh you'll fix all my cracked broken bones
And replace all my black poison blood"
She murdered me with a smile
Strangled me with her eyes
I'm poisoned as she passes by
The buildings around me shake
Like cheap plastic wedding cake
I fell to the ground with you
Then you said, "shhh..
Oh you'll fix all my cracked broken bones
And replace all my black poison blood!
Black poison blood!"
Jei mano protevis pries 770 metu buvo koks jotvingis, jis prie Mindaugo valdymo turbut mego muzika prie lauzo ir buvo snekorius, pasakorius, fantaziorius
Ne dėl temperatūros, o dėl to, kad lyja kas 5 minutes. Negali iškelti kojos iš namų. Čia kaip toj humoristinėj situacijoj, kai iškeli koją - lyja, grįžti atgal - nustoja lyti.
O jeigu oro temperaturai faka rodyt, nu nezinau tada temperaturos idealios. Visi pagal save megsta, ziauriai dideles, ziauriai mazas megsta tik ekstremalai