I had a vision, a vision of my nails in the kitchen. Scratching counter tops, I was screaming. My back arched like a cat, my position couldn't stop, you were hitting it.
Forwarded from Addleworth
Forwarded from Addleworth
You fooled me from the start,
When you let me start to love you,
It's like a bunch of broken picture frames,
But the photo still remains the same.
When you let me start to love you,
It's like a bunch of broken picture frames,
But the photo still remains the same.