It creeps all over you like a dull ache. Think of all the things your hands could make. It pulls you to the ground like soaking wet gloves. The change in your face when anger shows.
Wake up, my love. Today, I heard some bad news. Just what are we all supposed to do?. I won't let them get to you. . I don't wanna go out on my own anymore.
Wake up, my love. Today, I heard some bad news. Just what are we all supposed to do?. I won't let them get to you. . I don't wanna go out on my own anymore.