you don't want the sun to shine in so you turn the curtains down your eyes still don't show me a thing and you don't feel it's sunny outside you don
after all you were perfectly right but I'm scaring close to insanity and on a night like this nothing stays the same nothing looks the same after all
sick, tired and homeless with no one here to sing for tired of being weightless for all these looking good boys you can always say my attic has its