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Ilmoita käännösongelmasta
:3
In my despair room
With a misery candle burning
I wash my hair with regret shampoo
After cleaning myself with pain soap
I dry myself with my gorgeous white
One hundred per cent and it will never change towel
Then smooth on my I don’t deserve lotion
And I hate myself face cream
Then I put on my alone again silk pyjamas
And go to sleep
When the hue has gone blue
And you can’t quite grin and bear it
Let this word picture remind you
It can always be worse.
if the room is dark, all you can focus on is the light,
why in sadness, must you not focus on the happieness
Zanyoxis,
feel free to send me a add/message if you want to talk >.<