saganomc

vissa saker kan man inte blogga om. det är irriterande. därför bör man ha en anonym blogg. eller en dagbok. (fast då måste man ju skriva för hand. förslag nedröstat.)
boxas kan man dock alltid göra. speciellt med the kids aren't alright på väldigt väldigt hög volym i hörlurarna.

When we were young the future was so bright
The old neighborhood was so alive
And every kid on the whole damn street
was gonna make it big in every beat.

Now the neighborhood's cracked and torn
The kids are grown up but their lives are worn
How can one little street
Swallow so many lives?

Chances thrown, nothing's free
Longing for what used to be
Still it's hard, hard to see
Fragile lives,shattered dreams

Jamie had a chance, well she really did
Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids
Mark still lives at home cause he's got no job
He just plays guitar, smokes a lot of pot

Jay committed suicide
Brandon OD'd and died
What the hell is going on?
Cruellest dream, reality

Chances blown, nothing's free
Longing for what used to be
Still it's hard, hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams