Things are stopped. I am not feeling so great, i am tired of thinkin’ and dreamin’. My way is so full of alien hazes, trapped, not pushing enough to get out.
I feel i don’t belong here.
Things are stopped. I am not feeling so great, i am tired of thinkin’ and dreamin’. My way is so full of alien hazes, trapped, not pushing enough to get out.
I feel i don’t belong here.
