Into the streets I go, With my head hanging down and my eyes wandering low. I'm wondering why I can't see the sky. But then something occurs to me, Its the type of thought you should never think: If someone dies, then that's their sky. ...
Into the streets I go, With my head hanging down and my eyes wandering low. I'm wondering why I can't see the sky. But then something occurs to me, Its the type of thought you should never think: If someone dies, then that's their sky. ...