Where you a good boy? a good girl? But life never seemed to go your way, never made sense for you, every time was a struggle, and most you met where against you? Apathetic air of life in your lungs?
A bit of sadness, a bit of despair in your heart, day by day passing in mundane.
Breath in and out, tell me more and cry on my shoulder.
I want to hear you story, I want to be your friend. I want to share my love with you.
A bit of sadness, a bit of despair in your heart, day by day passing in mundane.
Breath in and out, tell me more and cry on my shoulder.
I want to hear you story, I want to be your friend. I want to share my love with you.