Frente!
Lonely
am i real and what do i feelhate is half a heartonly i am in my armsyou were sold as something to holdnothing's as rude as the coldstupidly beautifoolish true youmaybe madness is a heartmaybe heaven is a habitif i could fly i'd live in the skyi'd come from why and obviously you do toothe very start of everything hard could be the slip of a fingertip
From Letras Mania