there’s still a little bit of your ghost your witness there’s still a little bit of your face i haven't kissed you step a little closer each day that I can´t say what´s going on
stones taught me to fly love, it taught me to lie life, it taught me to die so it's not hard to fall when you float like a cannonball
Just posting this so that if anyone missed my last entry they know why they were cut. If you missed it and still want to be added just comment here :) - Ah so glad to have a smaller flist!