A frantic collage of distorted love songs play back like continual closed circuit strangalings almost brining tears to my eyes and for no apprent reason "I want to be selfish" Now listen close as my earshot broadens into a cluttered mess of thoughts and deleted files, I can make out few if any words on this record. Tie these hearts together with the strength of an anchor. You were never there.Página 1 / 1