10-08-2005, 12:31 PM
Once you hit mid 30s to 40s, it's fricking nuts. Hours and hours of careful work. HOURS. Hundreds of little tiny knobs to arrange.
I aint clicking that link. I did this long ago... I aint doing it again.
I aint clicking that link. I did this long ago... I aint doing it again.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."