Saturday, May 22, 2010

unfree from fear...

...you went loose until you got copped
you did what you loved the most

until one day you just stopped
you couldn’t put control on me
‘cause by then you controlled nothing

a driverless car on the coldest day of summer

december boy’s got it bad

december boy’s got it bad

december boy’s got it bad

and where’s september?

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