When I fall asleep
I occasionally feel sad badly
It’s not only a feeling of hatred toward you
I’m dying to love you
Ich will Sie
I want to be your cat
Give me your boots
I will full a sack with tragedies
A cat wearing wellingtons runs for me
I’m always chasing him
The recollections went out alone
That no longer be our belongings
Ich will Sie
I want to be your cat
Give me your boots
I will full a sack with tragedies
