True beauty exists in things that last only for a moment.
Current Mood: Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog Where no one notices the contrast of white on white And in between the moon and you, the angels get a better view Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right
If I hear a thousand rap songs and I hate them all, there's nothing wrong with not wanting to bother with song number 1001.
I would bother with it. I hate rap, I reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaly hate it. But I still except TypoonThaReapa (or w/e) and I can relate with Eminem's second CD.
There is always hope, even for country. Man, I feel like a woman.