The taste of life I can't describe. It's choking on my mind. Reaching out I can't believe. The faith it can't decide On and on, I carry on. But underneath my mind. And on and on I tell myself
to end this war. The days are turning darker now. But hang on to that dream, some how June, where are you going to?. True, the game got rough on you. Things have turned so sad inside. But hang on