Hovorí sa, že umelci vytvoria svoje najlepšie dielo vtedy, keď sú úplne na dne... Tak, posúdťe sami, ako hlboko som bol ja počas "the worst night of my life" :)
She just wanted to know me.
I wanted her to love me.
Now I sit,write and cry.
Is it true or is it lie?
My friends told me:"Let her go!"
And I couldn´t.Really no!
I have changed and she knew it.
There was a lot to deal with.
She felt bad.She was ill.
She was still able to kill.
To kill her fellings about me,
but how to kill our "we"?
I was bad and she the good one.
And why? Why is it already done?
She wrote:"It is good for You"
and she switched off ICQ...