My Blog! v. 4.0/2009

Post N° 296


People are strange, when you're a strangerFaces look ugly when you're alonePeople seem wicked, when you're unwantedStreets are uneven, when you're down When you're strange faces come out of the rainWhen you're strange no one remembers your nameWhen you're strange, when you're strange, when you're strange (una canzone che mi identificauna canzone che amo)