punish myself. I've done no wrong. Believe this world will take. And it won't be long. When the stars fall down. And I fall in love. . All I want to do is flow. In the river of people. All I. Is
money is the lowest form of wit. As you bite the hand that feed's you for the hell of it. You're on the up escalator. And you like the way it feels. On the up escalator. There's alligators at your
On the blind side and down the back ways. The roots of sadness crawl,. When you can't get what you need. You feel like taking a torch to it all. All the sweet talk makes a bitter man. You can
center of everything I do. Wherever I go, I'll walk the last mile with you. I heard you say "Dissolve in my arms. And run to fall in these meadows". But you're just a memory. From a mocking old dream