My life. Is just a fake. Put my fist right through these walls. If I concentrate The paint is wet. But I forget. I keep drifting off. The floors can't take my weight But my pen moves on, keeps w
You're a late child. You're a love child. It's enough, child. That you're so appealing. You're appealing, you're appealing. To a need that we all have been feeling. You don't fit where you've be
Blue pastures fade away. Green rivers in silver light. I'm walking to the sound of distant bells. So peaceful I don't know who I am. And just when I think its clear. It turns all grey again. And