A choice were made and it came clear to me. The quiet offspring fucked it up again. So I was brought up on the sunny side. Got into fake from day one.
A face will tell you stories. Some hands will always seem to care. The fading light that blur you mind. You stumble on with your given time. . She'll kiss the sorrow goodbye.
[music: Tchort, lyrics: Tchort]. . A blessing from below, born a sweet child like foretold. Could it the boy that I used to be. Oh, father please forgive me if I`ve done you wrong.