Need myself a girl
just a little crazy
maybe little cutie
or a pretty lady
Need myself a girl
crazy just enough
to never mind to cry
and never mind to laugh
Gotta find somebody,
someone, that would care
'bout people around her
and about herself
Maybe she would give me
something positive
Something I would never
ever want to leave
Maybe all I need
is a little piece
like some good memories
maybe just a kiss
Perhaps I need nothing
It's possible too
that no need I feel
is actualy true
Yet I'm a simple teen
with some simple needs
and i think it's normal
to need a thing like this
So I need a girl
just a little crazy
Someone just for me
That
Like almost everyday, there was a great battle happening in the garden. Both of them were striking hard with their swords, then falling back to use what every regular man calls magic. This was their habit and this is how the two fox-ish individuals practiced that day. As usual the spectator was their befriended antelope, sipping her favourite low-grade drink. She was observing their movement and behavior, comapring them, giving advices, commenting. All this as an excuse not to work and that because of nothing better to do, usualy on the basis of "Since the don't allow me to work, they can at least give me some entertainment", so not from the
Need myself a girl
just a little crazy
maybe little cutie
or a pretty lady
Need myself a girl
crazy just enough
to never mind to cry
and never mind to laugh
Gotta find somebody,
someone, that would care
'bout people around her
and about herself
Maybe she would give me
something positive
Something I would never
ever want to leave
Maybe all I need
is a little piece
like some good memories
maybe just a kiss
Perhaps I need nothing
It's possible too
that no need I feel
is actualy true
Yet I'm a simple teen
with some simple needs
and i think it's normal
to need a thing like this
So I need a girl
just a little crazy
Someone just for me
That
Like almost everyday, there was a great battle happening in the garden. Both of them were striking hard with their swords, then falling back to use what every regular man calls magic. This was their habit and this is how the two fox-ish individuals practiced that day. As usual the spectator was their befriended antelope, sipping her favourite low-grade drink. She was observing their movement and behavior, comapring them, giving advices, commenting. All this as an excuse not to work and that because of nothing better to do, usualy on the basis of "Since the don't allow me to work, they can at least give me some entertainment", so not from the
I finaly got rid of over 2k notifications.
So I decided to fill the free space in my journal.
Also I'm back. Sort of. Maybe. We'll see.
Not that anyone cares.