What would it take? For things to be quiet, quiet like the snow. I know this isn't much, but I know, I could, I could be better. I dont think I deserve
Don't speak to me like I'm a stranger Turn your thoughts to the roots As we've all been caught up in the brances With roots above and branches below Don
television tells me to panic, but I don't think I'll listen. The apathetic force us to persevere. The apathetic, with their backwards priorities. If only
were of such elements. If only. With great horror, I admit that we all live off the lust and misfortune of others. All live off the lust and misfortune
't speak to me like I'm a stranger Turn your thoughts to the roots As we've all been caught up in the brances With roots above and branches below Don'