I found a bird, from the side of a road..dead..probably hit by a car..neck broke..or something..a pretty bird..with a lot of dark blue..I barryed it to the woods..that`s life..first you fly and then you die..now I`m alone..only person in this house..thinkin`about death..gotta listen to some cheer up punk..to get to a better feeling..
(in english for my foreign country friends)