Just like cellophane. you try to cling so tight to me. but your attempt's in vain. You've less sincerity than the plastic. Paper in rain. The print appears so bright to me.
Don't want to think about. But I see it everyday. Corrupted innocence just doesn't seem to fade away. Spoiled so young. You know its bound to last. But when you're living in the city.
When it comes the time that you have recognized your line. and you realize the path that you will travel through your life,. be sure that what you want is exactly what you're trying to get,.