Someone who loves you will follow. |
The work piled upon me
How hard can it be...
In the beginning there was nothing.
Sitting still in a room made of paper...
Held her hand
Kissed her lips...
I spend much of my time observing everything you...
but I hate you...
I'd play with your hair and you'd close your eyes.
You were so cute...
Don't face the wall like all others and think that shadows are all there is to life. |
I'll work for all the love in your pockets. |
I'm not sure if I believe you at this point. |