چرند: مرداد 1389 Archives
Life it seems, will fade away
Drifting further every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters no one else
I have lost the will to live
Simply nothing more to give
There is nothing more for me
Need the end to set me free
Things are not what they used to be
Missing one inside of me
Deathly lost, this can't be real
Cannot stand this hell I feel
Emptiness is filing me
To the point of agony
Growing darkness taking dawn
I was me, but now He's gone
No one but me can save myself, but it to late
Now I can't think, think why I should even try
Yesterday seems as though it never existed
Death Greets me warm, now I will just say good-bye
Drifting further every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters no one else
I have lost the will to live
Simply nothing more to give
There is nothing more for me
Need the end to set me free
Things are not what they used to be
Missing one inside of me
Deathly lost, this can't be real
Cannot stand this hell I feel
Emptiness is filing me
To the point of agony
Growing darkness taking dawn
I was me, but now He's gone
No one but me can save myself, but it to late
Now I can't think, think why I should even try
Yesterday seems as though it never existed
Death Greets me warm, now I will just say good-bye
مهدي
آريان هستم. اهل ري. مثلا روزنامه‌نگار شايد هم گرافيست. قرار است در اين
وبلاگ مطالب طنز نوشته شود. حالا اگر ديديد گاهي جانم به لب رسيد و چرندي
تحويل دادم - كه زياد هم از اين اتفاقات برايم مي‌افتد و معمولاهم چرند
مي‌نويسم - اگر خوشتان نيامد، تقاضا دارم فحشم ندهيد و ادبيات شفاهي نثارم نكنيد. خب... مي‌توانيد درعوض، روي آن ضـربـدر - همان ضـربدر
بالا، سمت راست را مي‌گويم - كـليك كنيـد و خــلاص!
