Song: The glass menagerie



And very much we want to fly.
But in my heart drops heavy as a meteorite
Our life, our actions, we live the consequences.
And we grow up where we left childhood.
№ 304759   Added MegaMozg 17-10-2017 / 21:30
The art of gracefully suffer -
Such movies are called dramas.
We love black, vintage, basic.
And I loved a year ago, we are now angry.
There are no heroes, no, we have no walls.
We are so free, but freedom is captured.
Sleep will banish the alarm clock, lazy banish vanity.
And who will drive us inside the pain, what is left?
№ 304758   Added MegaMozg 17-10-2017 / 21:27