Monday morning you sure look fine. Friday I got travelling on my mind. First you love me then you fade away. I can't go on believing this way. . I got nothing but love for you.
At the end of the day. The end of the light. She remains of all of her foes. Miranda is dying with all of her might. She never comes. She always goes.
Days were lonely and so were the nights. She could not tell wrong from right.. Body broken, worn to the bone,. The final days of Mary Lee Jones, Mary Lee Jones..