Barpadda

Vart tog den här dagen vägen?
Skulle ju göra så mycket,
men gjort inget.

Lägesrapport;
"Oh, once the lights go down I will
wipe this frown of my face
And once this race is run
Oh, I'll seize the day
yeah I'll hit the highway
But no, not quite yet
I'm still walking too fast
trying to hard to
carry this weight on my back, on my own

Oh, once this night is trough I will
quit drinking, how I wish I could...
And once we're out of here
Oh, I'll disappear without a trace
But no, not quite yet
See, I'm still walking to fast
trying to hard to
carry this weight on my back, on my own"

Annars?
Dax att skriva den där hopplösa ansökan.
Suck.