I was stained with a role in a day not my own. As you walked into my life. You showed what needed to be shown. I always knew what was right. I just didn't know that I might.
Speeding into the horizon. Dreaming of the sirens. Wishing for broken glass on a highway. It could be so easy. . The rhythm, the rhythm of an engine. Always makes me empty.
God rest his head Sunday afternoon, and. The wicked in me is surly the wicked in you. We pray to a ghost that we never met. Time turns for a cure, for the scientists for.