better than them

This is our town,this is Friday night dressed in our rags and our rage and our best piercing eyes looking for something, anything,just anyone.. stare across the floors they begin to dance missing all the rythms and the chosen right steps and we laugh and we drink in our corner again we're better than them... we're better than them... Divided we were born,divided we live divided we fall,yeah,divided we die still we tell ourselves over and over again we're better than them... we're better than them... With our hunger and our hatred we all walk this town with our fear and our weakness just holding on with our doubt and our emptyness and this cold,cold frown we got to be so important we'll put the whole damn world down. And we build the walls that we can hide behind and our finest weapon is our poisoned pride here in this town where the jealousies burn we're watching you... and truth is only what we need it to be to bring us survival through each and every day where nowhere is safe and nowhere is home just be cool... And what was she wearing and what did he say who goes with who and what did they do? yeah,we tell ourselves over and over again we're better than them we're better than them .......

Много е хубаво, чие е?

Наистина ли те кефи??? мен направо ме побърква! Няма смисъл да ти казвам чие е,просто едно име,което нищо няма да ти говори

Трудничко ми е да чета поезия на английски и ми трябваше да го прочета два-три пъти, докато го усетя и веднага се свърза с образи, картини, преживяно и даже ми примъчня... Ама пред празници май е нормално. Привет на теб и весела Коледа:))

Весела и на теб,Аматьорче:))))))))))))

mnogo mi haresa...ne....prosto adski mnogo mi haresa....namerih neshto za sebe si vutre...

ужасно много се радвам.честно!

Tova e pesen nali? Ili pone taka izglejda chia e? Haresva mi....