finally,
HOME
not your spare time, but piece of life.
Was it be, chill... ?
For all the times that you rained in my parade
and all the clubs you get in using my name
you think you broke my heart , oh girl, for goodess sake
you think i'm cryin' on my own. Well I ain't
Because of some sadnesses we've already had, arraign something is sad whenever its color looks dark is somehow easier; what is the case, not really as a spectacular sightseeing, but a corner (can it be a lively lightful spotlight ?)
then, life stills,
