Im gonna fly from this chicken coop one day!
im turning to stone
Ive not forgotten
I like riding my bike cause it doesnt remind me of anything.
dont feel I fit anymore
nothing seems to have changed only im scared now,now I need you to tell me not to worry.
am I dreaming
i feel like a piece of fruit in the desert,I have no buissness being alone now.I just may stick around here its all I known these past years
I set fire to the rain!
what a desolate wasteland life can be
its not about my life
Im fine now.
I dont want to leave you