the Sounds of Silence
just det, vet du vad en backstabbing bitch är?
JAMEN, det är ju du! haha.
förstår mig inte på folk som dig. men jag ska inte sjunka till din nivå.
egentligen har jag gått för långt bara genom att skriva ett blogginlägg om det, men ibland får man vara löjlig och dum.
Hello darkness, my old friend,
Ive come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
A neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
JAMEN, det är ju du! haha.
förstår mig inte på folk som dig. men jag ska inte sjunka till din nivå.
egentligen har jag gått för långt bara genom att skriva ett blogginlägg om det, men ibland får man vara löjlig och dum.
Hello darkness, my old friend,
Ive come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
A neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
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