I See It All Layed Out, Plans of How We Will Be, What We May Become, But Deep Inside, Something Pulls, Drags My Spirit Down, Is It The White Lies? The Darkened Stage of Our Pasts? No, It Is Because We Are All, In Our Own Way, Alone... No One To Understand, Comfort, Assure, One... That Is How We Are Born, That Is How We Die.
The author would like to thank you for your continued support. Your review has been posted.