| 2 entries | | |  | | | | untitled | wrote | | The boy with the thorn in his side. Behind the hatred there lies, A murderous desire for love.
How can they look into my eyes, And still they don't believe me ?
How can they hear me say those words, Still they don't believe me ?
And if they don't believe me now, Will they ever believe me ? | | | | | Stuck in my head all day....The Smiths | wrote | | A punctured bicycle
On a hillside desolate
Will nature make a man of me yet ?
When in this charming car
This charming man
Why pamper life's complexity
When the leather runs smooth
On the passenger seat ? | | | | | 2 entries | | |
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