sunnuntai 19. elokuuta 2012

Sunday Morning

Sunday morning, so hard to stay. I want to go to out and play
Sunday morning rainy day. How could I go to out to play?
The rain´s excuse, Sunday as well.
If I decide, then I go bloody hell.
All excuses just weak the mind. Be though as you are.
Or your weakness makes you blind.

Sunday morning, rainy day.
I go and play, I do not just stay.
I have to do what I decide in my mind.
I am leader not follower, I am not a blind!

The ruler of my world, the center of universe.
I am my own god, not believer in faith.
I do what I wish and follow my own needs.
So out I just go now and I play like I feel!

Wrote by: Janina

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