söndag 8 mars 2009

7 mars depecheväder och tonårsångest



My secret garden's not so secret anymore
Run from the house holding my head in my hands
Feeling dejected, feeling like a child might feel

It all seems so absurd that this should have occurred
My very only secret and I had to go and leak it
My secret garden's not so secret anymore

1 kommentar:

Kajsa sa...

I want a peice of that!