Disappeared Completely Dissolve
They want to be free, from my aggressive patience
That's my pleasure
And in a night of my soul, I'll get drunk with reflection
What`s the question?
And you, and me. We are all under pressure
Of the Social measure
But I think that my style, that's my treasure
Oh treasure
They will count my mistakes, they will wait for my weakness
For forgiveness
Cause these people not ready, to love my ambitions, definitionEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
