Matikář - naučíme matematiku. Každého.
Betano.cz - nová česká sázková kancelář

Shuddershell (The Mayfield Four)

To me you are the warmest season You have always been the brighest sun These cliches will not be spoken I'd choke on my lead tongue So self-aware it's a burden Forever crippled by the tendency Please evict me from this shuddershell So I can speak This is so frustrating I don't know what I'm saying This loss for words seems to burrow deeper everyday I'm so misunderstood Cannot relay the good That's stranded deep inside 'Cause next to you... I'm at a loss for words Don't confuse this for confession Or as a plea for sympathy It's just a window to soul bound By all my insecurity