Wolf cry. . The night has fallen. You have soaked your see-through silken gown with tears. Your love was all in. And he mistook your come stay call for come quick dear.
There once was a kingdom far far away. Where love was the rule of the day. Nothing more, nothing less. Then to give your friend your best. . There's much more story that I could tell.
The sun the trees the leaves the ground the sound it makes. When love sings songs of love to them. . I try all day to not write songs that sound cliché.
Somebody told me,. "Get over it.". It's like water unders. That have already burned.. They say,. "It gets better,. It gets easier.". The memories start to fade,.
I do not agree, this is not for me. No, musical genocide. I will not commit, nor will I submit. To, musical genocide. This is not for me, I wont let it be.
I do not agree, this is not for me. No, musical genocide. I will not commit, nor will I submit. To, Musical Genocide. This is not for me, I wont let it be.
I feel just like a kite. but one without a string. one that is floating around. I don't know what tomorrow with bring. I feel just like a bird. but one without a home.
Want to be free, got be free. Want to be free, got be free. Want to be free, got be free. Want to be free, got be free. . Knew she could make it right.