В колонках играет - Arrival-Self Evident
Настроение сейчас - поршивестей не куда...

You got mine,
I'll help you out
Anytime.
To see you hurt
To see you cry,
Makes me weep
And wanna die.
And if you agree
To never fight,
It wouldn't matter
Who's wrong or right.
If a broken heart
Needs a mend,
I'll be right there
To the end.
If your cheeks are wet
From drops of tears,
Don't you worry,
Let go of your fears.
Hand in hand
Love is sent,
We'll be friends
Till the end

Я поссорилась с Мартином и с Томом...блеск...это единственная мысль которая шас в голове стоит на функции "repeat 1"...врач продлил больничный...repeat...repeat...repeat...