On a scale of 1 to 10, how much did you care about my decisions? Is it just me, or do I have no choice? Other than walking these streets by myself.
This ain't the way (I'm caught up in this mess). I want to live and choose my path anyway, everyday.
A part of me, wants to tell it all. The stories are written in the back of my head. I always thought I couldn't understand all the words I've made up. And I was right.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
