All that i could be
All that i wont see , later
I live it every night
I leave it every night
All that i should be
Hidden behind glasses babe
I leave it to the past,
Give me another mask
The one i wont meet
The thing i wont feel, i dream
It s written on the ground
Nothing is missing down here
The tought i wont hear
The hit i wont feel, maybe
Will hurt another time
Will be another one here
I thought that you were gone
But you were hiding in my stomach
Digging little holes
A torrent of emotions. Micheal
Lost in the rhythm. Prison
In the mouth of the whale looking for wisdom,
To remind me I’m innocent. Jackson.
Judgment. System. Battles.
Give me a lawyer, God is my witness
Big fish. Man you should listen. Hustle.
The truth after dinner. FESTEN .
What is important, muscles?
Ocean is not only waves, fractures, where is the middle? I’m guilty. need a preacher. want to surf on the curls.
