We're living into a limb that leads us nowhere.
It's pointless, like the red button, like this life.
It's pointless, like the red button, like this life.
Although it is, i miss your hands.
And what does it have to do with?
Nothing at all. It's just an excuse to say you're not here any longer and
I AM HERE FOREVER.
Nothing at all. It's just an excuse to say you're not here any longer and
I AM HERE FOREVER.
A boy brushed blue... living in black and white. 