every waking moment is torture
all i think of is beer n sleep.
let me waste my life away,
even better if i'm gone.

sleep away,
till i was 15.
and let time freeze there
or it's time to go.

i wish there is someone, who, at anytime, anywhere, will sit with me by the sea with a can of beer in hand. sputnik spunned @12:00 AM