Kissing Book
the new sophists
the days aren't all the sameon the star-studded streetsin the town that i call homeit's just how it seemsso we must be every other dayi'll bump into a friendwho's got too much going onso we can't get together yetand i'm throwing the stonesbut they're landing on mewith emotions they couldn't store,all the kids around us screamfor the justice of the boybut isn't that so bourgeoisthat i'm throwing the stonesbut they're landing on me
From Letras Mania