2 acessos
One place One place set
One time My tastes met
One time One time met
One face One face set
Two books in my hand
one is right for my plans
And the other is black
like a bible written for my survival
Keep up appearance but damned interference
Crushes opportunity hey look at me
A book of charms filled with cures
Keeps me loyal to it's curse
A book of facts drawn to detail
Explains my life as being fatal