You know. It's time for a change. But how. And where do you start?. . When bitching. And moaning. And frowning. And groaning. And loathing. And throwing.
Don't believe them for a moment. For a second, do not believe, my friend. When you are down, them are not coming. With a helping hand. Of course there is no us and them.
I just realized that I'm dying to see you. And hear you all over again and again. When did it started?. On which exact moment?. Oh, I don't know and I hope it will end.