She prays to God most every night
And though she swears he doesn't listen
There's hope in her that he just might...
And all the colors mix together
To grey.
She says...
I live on the corner of grey street
And the end of the world."
(Dave Matthews; Grey Street)
I love depressing music, although my love for it doesn't so much correlate with feeling depressed. In fact, it often makes me feel better.
On the brick wall above my little cafe table, someone took blue play-doh and made tiny letters and stuck them on one painted brick. They say: LoVE
On the brick wall above my little cafe table, someone took blue play-doh and made tiny letters and stuck them on one painted brick. They say: LoVE
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