Liberty 37 1942
As long as two plus two is four and we're moving forward then I can't follow you. The rope around his neck is tied, where his lover used to lie. I believe in a looking glass gone so gone. She's the one he fought for. He's the picture on her wall. God found out 19294. Your the one they prayed for when they were sad and low. Your the angel I don't call on board. Doesn't really matter why ever changing wrong or right. Some days you don't want, want it to end. Whats a boy to do? Whats a boy to do? Lost myself, 1942