The Smiths

I am the sun I am the air of a shyness that is criminally vulgar. I am the son and heir of nothing in particular. You shut your mouth, how can you say I go about things the wrong way. I am human and I need to be loved. Just like everybody else does. I … Читать далее

Текст I would rather not go Back to the old house I would rather not go Back to the old house There’s too many Bad memories Too many memories There … There … There … When you cycled by Here began all my dreams The saddest thing I’ve ever seen And you never knew How … Читать далее