Chase Pagan
Better
It seems our luck has changed, some for better or worsewe fall until we both hit the groundwho needs luck or a four leaf cloverit seems our luck has changedI am not perfect, I'm not perfect, not perfect. not even closehey stranger, have we met before? your face looks so familiarsister don't be surprised when your wallsget closer your face grows olderwell you might be an angel, an angel for the death
From Letras Mania