I feel like I've picked wrong colours for this trip.
But I will still blame everything on the cold.
To be honest I have actually gotten used to the cold. Quite literally. Maybe because all I had to do is remember this feeling, and just accept it once again. My mother seems a bit frustrated each time we are in this frosty situation, but I can't see how she can have the mental energy to.
On the other hand isn't it bizarre how worn out I am...
Not so deep in my heart I am dreaming only about a beautiful grand beehive on my head!
It shall be blond, with a fringe, sides, cut and curled!
So everyone who looks at me just sees this huge, fabulous mash of hair!
And nothing but that! What a life would it be!
What a life
But I will still blame everything on the cold.
To be honest I have actually gotten used to the cold. Quite literally. Maybe because all I had to do is remember this feeling, and just accept it once again. My mother seems a bit frustrated each time we are in this frosty situation, but I can't see how she can have the mental energy to.
On the other hand isn't it bizarre how worn out I am...
Not so deep in my heart I am dreaming only about a beautiful grand beehive on my head!
It shall be blond, with a fringe, sides, cut and curled!
So everyone who looks at me just sees this huge, fabulous mash of hair!
And nothing but that! What a life would it be!
What a life
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