7:AM Waking up in the morning, gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs. Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal, seeing everyting the time is going ticking on, everybody's rushing, going to the crusty crap, gotta catch my bus, I see Patrick. Kicking in the frontseat, jellyfishing in the backseat.
Gotta make my mind up, which burger can I make?
[ bericht aangepast op 2 april 2011 - 20:29 ]
Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.