It's all been done before.
It's all derived from someone else's wrongs.
Retying every lace it's swallows it's own face and storms at the ground.
And it's always the same.
And I will rearrange!
And then everyday it gets a little more obsessed with it's own worth.
Retying every lace it's swallows it's own face and storms at the ground.
It's all been done before.
It's all derived from someone else's wrongs.
