She lives like russian roulette.. Barrel up to the head.. Where every sweet young move is. belonging to a sickness.. Now enter special things. to detour all the pain,.
The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful. Stop me and steal my breath. Emeralds from mountains and thrust towards the sky. Never revealing their depth.
The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful. Stop me and steal my breath. Emeralds from mountains and thrust towards the sky. Never revealing their depth.