She’s a bubble that I thought of by now would have exploded
She’s a puzzle that I cannot grip the thing cannot be sorted
I’m a mystery and I am me and I don’t have a key
The end of it is too much shit is needing to be free.
She’s a bubble that I thought of by now would have exploded
She’s a puzzle that I cannot grip the thing cannot be sorted
I’m a mystery and I am me and I don’t have a key
The end of it is too much shit is needing to be free.