
Saturday, August 9, 2008
ORKUNPLO,
It's a friday night,
and we're at the Airport again.
Saying goodbye to our beloved friend,
we'll meet again.
Another departure, another scene.
Wishing you all the best.
We celebrated your birthday,
but sang you a goodbye song.
Three years down the road,
this is the day, 08.08.2011.
Will we all meet again,
with that piece of friendship gay.
Friday, August 8, 2008
POST #39,
Well I was moving at the speed of sound.
Head-spinning, couldn't find my way around, and
Didn't know that I was going down.
Yeah, yeah.
Where I've been, well it's all a blur.
What I was looking for, I'm not sure.
Too late and didn't see it coming.
Yeah, yeah.
And then I crashed into you,
And I went up in flames.
Could've been the death of me,
But then you breathed your breath in me.
And I crashed into you,
Like a runaway train.
You will consume me,
But I can't walk away.
Head-spinning, couldn't find my way around, and
Didn't know that I was going down.
Yeah, yeah.
Where I've been, well it's all a blur.
What I was looking for, I'm not sure.
Too late and didn't see it coming.
Yeah, yeah.
And then I crashed into you,
And I went up in flames.
Could've been the death of me,
But then you breathed your breath in me.
And I crashed into you,
Like a runaway train.
You will consume me,
But I can't walk away.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Friday, August 1, 2008
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