12 acessos
were where you
wen i needed to hold your hand
i was slipping
deeper and deeper through the quicksand
Now im alone in the middle of no were
looking for a place to go
its pitch black and im trying to see you
but nothing seems to be visible
your cigirate
burned a hole in my space
As my swet rolled off my face
for once see it from my eyes
from my eyes
I thought i knew you
turns out i was wrong
polution
from your mouth to everyone
Now im alone in the middle of no were
looking for a place to go
its pitch black and im trying to see you
but nothing seems to be visible
your cigirate
burned a hole in my space
As my swet rolled off my face
for once see it from my eyes
from my eyes