Glass Casket A Cork Stops The Whining
Your face is loosely sculped fragmented, pigment and drive. You´re dying to spill the guts to me, but i´m not that kind of guy. Oh no here it comes again, the dam has burst leaving me beneath i hope we all learn to swim, because the dam has burst again. There i am crushed beneath the lee-way. A cork stops the whining but my ears won´t stop vibrating, someone please swing her by her ponytail to stop her episodal crying.
