77 کیلومتر بر صدم ثانیه

نامه اش رسید.

بازش کردم:

"دوشنبه ساعت 7:30 هفتمین ایستگاه خط هفت منتظرتم. منو تو هفتمین اتاق انتظار روی هفتمین صندلی پیدا کن. لباس گرم بپوش برف سنگینه

منتظرتم، زودبیا"

hmmm

It's a shame and it's a pity

The way you treat me now

I know you can't forgive me

But forgive me anyhow

The ending got so ugly

I even heard you say

You never ever loved me

Oh but love me anyway

It's a shame and it's a pity

I know you can't forgive me

The ending got so ugly

You never ever loved me

Dreamed about you baby

I know you have to hate me

I'm naked and I'm filthy

And both of us are guilty

Anyhow

Have mercy on me baby

Psalms

Poor boy he knows he's alive, he's afraid to learn,
He don't want to get where he's going cos he thinks he's gonna burn,
He can't handle being born in the middle of a big black line,
No matter where he looks, to him it's just either side.
Close your eyes when you feel you're going under,
Close your eyes; you can make the shore this time,
Close your eyes; you can make it through the wild,
... you can make it through the wild.
Poor boy he knows in this life he'll get hunted down,
He don't want to make the transition into meat that feeds the ground,
He can't hack it when his mind paints a picture from an evil eye,
You can't wash the canvas now cos it's full of dye.

hmmm...I'm Fine

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The way it will End

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چه ماند؟

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:sigh:

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