4 acessos
Things are always subjectively established.
No, my presence will last till summer.
Calm down those restless eyes, use your mind.
Haunted by something i picked up.
With the wind the old me has expired.
I appreciate your never disturbing me.
I try to depend on others for my chances.
Send your weapons against my anger.
Only you didn't question the miracle.
This is hate, something without you.