So you went out again the street light made the scene, when it took...
Along the way
He was blue he was red he was happy he was sad
Was is that what made it hard to stay I believe my origin i dont breath my air but am not allowed the shout iam not allowed to share on this substance iam alive that's the reasion why iam right so it didnt stop to walk that night
He was slowly run, in the park on the bench with the stars hand in hand
