About a hundred years ago now. Thought I was left for dead. Soliloquy, she was my. A picture, a wake. My metaphoric friend. . So then I fell in love with.
About a hundred years ago now. Thought I was left for dead. Soliloquy, she was my. A picture, a wake. My metaphoric friend. . So then I fell in love with.
To get up and walk away would be too easy. So stay and stand your ground just watch your mouth with me. On the back of every right, there's a wrong looming.
This party is old and uninviting. Participants all in black and white. You enter in full blown Technicolor. Nothing is the same after tonight. . If the world would fall apart.