Must this stereotype be defined as something we were born to die with? All these piling lies that were spoken, never to be heard. We listened. We are an accessory to defeat, friend of failure. Leaning towards something our mind doesn't trust, keep yourself up. Before you fall back to the ground. You made a fool of yourself, crying out for eyes that will only see your blind disguise embarass them for being themselves jealousy shows through being expelled in your own life Change with the trend you'll never find yourself All that you are is a closet full of once worn clothes. An empty minded person, with no opinion of your own. Change with the trends, you'll never find yourself. An empty minded person found on any shelf.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
