Jaha, ja, nu tänkte jag då att ni kunde komma med lite konstruktiv kritik igen. Och jag menar det verkligen, kom med all skit ni har att säga som skräpet. Annars utvecklar inte låtskrivar skillsen sig, vet ni
The World of Today
The world of today
Well, Idon't know what to say
Walking in line
Everybody think it's just fine
Peolpe don't care
It's a nightmare
Everybody stare
When you finally dare
to break with them
We are going to lose
There are to many who's
being like every one else
The world of today
Well, I don't know what to say
Nothing to say
Nothing special, not today
People are the same
What a shame
Who shall you blame?
There isn't one name
Peolple are the same
Inside My Head
What the hell is this?
What the hell is wrong with me?
I just don't get it right
It is all just a mess, screwed up
Nothing will ever turn up
Blessed by the Man from above
This has gone on for so long
But this time it's enough
Nothing will ever stop me again
I don't care if I screw up
I do that all the time anyway
So watch out, I think I'm crazy
I have somthing so wrong, so wrong
with my mental health
I confess, if my my brain wasn't so fucked up
I would think straight
Don't want to go the wrong way
No, not again, it brings me down
Vi avslutar med en bild som jag har ritat på Mike, den är kanske inte så lik då, but but.
http://s213.photobucket.com/albums/cc10 ... C00555.jpg