He never wanted to belong
Longed only to behold
He felt so strongly all along
He never could stand to be told
He played his hand out flippantly
But couldn’t hide the tell
His love was free and consequentially
The story’s priced to sell
He never wanted to belong
His hopes were all on hold;
Before too long he was been and gone
He never wanted to be told
He never wanted to be told
The story’s set to stay unsold
Home
He can’t get home
He never wanted to belong
Longed only to behold
He felt so strongly all along
He never wanted to be told
Atskirkim faktus nuo vaizduotes. Faktas#1: svetaines atmosfera itempta. Faktas#2: lankosi daugiamete neapykanta man jauciantys zmones. Vaizduote#1: vieni nariai susimoke su kitais. Vaizduote#2: esu sekamas Vaizduote#3: laukiama mano mirties. Kas tiesa
Jei netikrumas yra geriausia ne kaltinti liga, valdzia ar ateivius visokius. Tad Einarai: ar esi pries mane susimokes; ar mane seki; ar pabrezdamas lauki mano mirties. Trys klausimai estafete. Jei bus lengviau bendraut man po to su musico nariais.
Einarai+4Blackberry, esme ne skaiciukuose, bet esme kad liga man sako jog daug gaidziu susimoke, gaidziai stebi gaidindamiesi, daug gaidziu mirties nori. Taigi toks vat nesaugumo jausmas ir itarinejimai del to. Kaip cia yra?