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Photographer
Photographer
About Me
from nothing to be something ..... make evrything to be meaningful .......it's my life it's my pleasure. Photograph n beauty is best thing in this life, it's unlimit eksploration.......... take it, shoot it n retouch it ............ may I make over your pic please :d ........ everytime learn n learn to digital life :)
Spend all your time waiting for that second chance For the break that will make it OK
There's always some reason to feel not good enough And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction or a beautiful release Memories seep from my veins
Let me be empty and weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of the Angel far away from here From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent revelrie You're in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees In the arms of the Angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent revelrie
In the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here
You're in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here
best regard
mas 'ung
Spend all your time waiting for that second chance For the break that will make it OK
There's always some reason to feel not good enough And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction or a beautiful release Memories seep from my veins
Let me be empty and weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of the Angel far away from here From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent revelrie You're in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees In the arms of the Angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent revelrie
In the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here
You're in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here
best regard
mas 'ung





