...on our way to a show.
Radar trion; Jag, Mamma och Smokie på väg till en show. Jag kommer inte ihåg vilen, men det kvittar. Satt och kollade igenom lite bilder. känner mej lite ego och måste peppa mej själv till att få tillbaka det är smilet.
Stop and watch that girl,
see her smilin',
notice that hair curl,
will she ever winin'.
That smile is a fake,
hidin' issues,
that's all she make,
tryin' to follow all damn rules.
Findin' her self isn't a game,
getting the truth,
this life isn't a fame,
it's nothin' else but youth.
A smile hidin a feeling,
a soul with deep a sore,
she's always reeling,
form shore to shore.
Never findin' what she need,
will she ever grow,
is this heart supposed to bleed,
that will be left to know.
God Natt kära vänner!/ / Linda<<,3
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