'lost in pictures, lost in time.."
Things arent as simple as they use to be. Words have lost there context.
You breez though them, never fully understanding them.
Drink up your 45.
So bliss your skin is, a street angel. A child in form but so much more inside.
My days stream into an endless over warming head pounding day. I just to clear it with pills, something to take an edge off. Nothing works.
Things arent as simple as they use to be. Words have lost there context.
You breez though them, never fully understanding them.
Drink up your 45.
So bliss your skin is, a street angel. A child in form but so much more inside.
My days stream into an endless over warming head pounding day. I just to clear it with pills, something to take an edge off. Nothing works.