rainboe brite
wow what a world. i am drunk and this whistle noise keeps playing in the background and i can't stand it anymore.. here iam the room has its own world and i die trying to please everyone. how bout you stand on your red world and let the sighs rest in there.
in this little prison
i've grown little weeds
they stand on their own terms
they live on their needs
if you count on wisdom you better grow wings
it leaves on its own time
and loses its
dream
hope you've had fun dissecting the frog
he doesn't feel anymore
bye bye
in this little prison
i've grown little weeds
they stand on their own terms
they live on their needs
if you count on wisdom you better grow wings
it leaves on its own time
and loses its
dream
hope you've had fun dissecting the frog
he doesn't feel anymore
bye bye