zapraszam na wodke do baru...

nie trafilsmy na siebie.

droga do kazimierza.
samochod gra:



I've been sending you signals, but my signals have never been seen. I've been writing you letters, but those letters never leave me. I bought you a couple of presents, but they sit in the corner unwrapped I just can't bring myself to fruition I can't close this permanent gap.
How can I let you forget me? If you don't even know me already? My name doesn't change very often but it's never been Don and Sherri...

mad man mad man, why you're dancing on the grave...

To never speak of it...