I’m a crumbled up piece of paper lying here
Cause I remember it all all all too well
Time won’t fly it’s like I’m paralyzed by it
I´d like to be my old self again
But I’m still trying to find it
No doubt, music is the easiest and most direct way to express my particular feeling, through rhythm, or mostly, lyrics. Thumbs up, composers.
Apparently here comes to the end of January 2013, like a sudden, a blink of eyes. I should seriously stop being lazy, or any of you that you think you, yourself are lazy. Hah! Good luck.