When you're head is so full, and you feel misunderstood, and the fear is coming fast, you think you're time has past, you say why me, why me?
words just get in the way, Richard Ashcroft...
words just get in the way, Richard Ashcroft...
I'm forever blowing bubbles,pretty bubbles in the air, they fly so high, nearly reach the sky, then like my dreams they fade and die (but I'm turning that around!!!)
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