Zdravím všechny a předem děkuji těm, co si přečtou jakoukoli část z mých výtvorů. Budu se snažit psát zajímavě a tak, aby Vás to bavilo. Pro zatím se mějte krásně, TBD. <3 

I have these thoughts
So often I ought
To replace that slot
With what I once bought
'Cause somebody stole
My car radio
And now I just sit in silence

Sometimes quiet is violent
I find it hard to hide it
My pride is no longer inside
It's on my sleeve
My skin will scream
Reminding me of
Who I killed inside my dream
I hate this car that I'm driving
There's no hiding for me
I'm forced to deal with what I feel
There is no distraction to mask what is real
I could pull the steering wheel