Nineteen years and we're tearing ourselves further and further apart. I'm tired. I want to go back....
Eighteen years later and I still don't know what to do or think or feel or say. Is hope all that's left?...
I like to tell people about new things I discover. Sight, Sound, Thought, Life.
Nineteen years and we're tearing ourselves further and further apart. I'm tired. I want to go back....
Eighteen years later and I still don't know what to do or think or feel or say. Is hope all that's left?...