So. Tomorrow the Fashionista moves to the city of smog. *sob*
Marix, ek kan nie die woorde kry om te beskryf hoe verskriklik baie ek jou gaan mis nie.
xxx
When your chips are down
When your highs are low
Joyride
Move across the night
Like a seperate wind
When your hopes and dreams
Lose the will to go
Joyride
Reaching for the light
Knowing we can't win
There's something in the distance
A glorious existance
A simple celebration
A place you've never been before
Tell me that you want it more
Joyride - The Killers



