Now I don't know if I'm lost. But this all just looks the same. I am pushing on the door. Between sorrow and fame. I would crawl out of this hole. If it wasn't so cold. In the morning, I'll be fine. I
Now I don't know if I'm lost. But this all just looks the same. I am pushing on the door. Between sorrow and fame. . I would crawl out of this hole. If it wasn't so cold. In the morning, I'll b