Feels like i always sing the verse, But i want to sing the chorus. Don’t know which mirror tells the truth, So i look into them all. Why do we iron out the creases? I’m not playing anymore. The lights are shining in my eyes. Is anybody there?
Feels like i always sing the verse, But i want to sing the chorus. Don’t know which mirror tells the truth, So i look into them all. Why do we iron out the creases? I’m not playing anymore. The lights are shining in my eyes. Is anybody there?