you told me that you miss her we were alone in the park you couldn't stand her in a small flat yelling and moaning always wrong and not enough and now she wouldn't whisper no matter how loud you cry out codependency demanding at what time you are finally going to go back home
you feel like you have missed her only the phantom is left look at it mother morbid picture like two paths that seem to cross and then they don'tTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.