søndag 6. januar 2013

Láhppon


I bet she'll never be sad
But one day I’ll go mad

locked up in yesterdays grief
Her presence was a relief

My soul was filled with fright
She said, everything will be alright

As long I keep telling lies
ignoring the mirror eyes

She had a clue, but I was too blue
My madness grew as she flew

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