What I own in my plastic account is a carpet of nails Moving towards the result this purchase will lay on myself Being broke on my own for a change makes
Please wake up from this dream I really need to leave We haven't got much time Show me what's in your mind It's so sweet of you to say But my heart is
The sand on which she walked isn't there now Building hasn't built on it seashells All the jellyfish have no place to wash ashore But I can still be
