When I was the youngest and I was just able to think, I felt dead. When I was a little older, I learned more and I felt dead. People grow up, we all grow up. We grew older, and some fell under. Life continued and so did we. Got a little older, learned to hate life. Got even a little older, learned to hate people. What happens next? I can't honestly tell you. However, the pattern I see must be clear too. Will I be the same when I get older? I don't know. Maybe I'll finally reach the age when I'm not dead years old.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
