Woorden:
Ash Wishbone Ancient Remedy

my sense of time. My heart?s like a cave where the sun, the sun refuse to shine. Well, it?s bleeding me dry; it?s a little like an ancient remedy. Nowhere

my sense of time. My heart?s like a cave where the sun, the sun refuse to shine. Well, it?s bleeding me dry; it?s a little like an ancient remedy. Nowhere