Wednesday, July 18, 2007
And its gone... gone... going...
Gone... everything gone... give a damn...
GONE BE THE BIRDS WHEN THEY DON'T WANNA SING..
Gone people... up awkward with their things... gone.
That gear that you rock gonna be gon
eThe house up on the hill gonna be gone
The gold -- on your grill gonna be gone
The ice on your wrist gonna be gone
That nice little Mr gonna be gone
That whip that you roll gonna be gone
To you that's righteous
You're fiction like books
You need to go out to life and look
Posted by jianwei at 6:34 AM