where is the good that won't come out of me
You say I choose sadness, that it never once has chosen me. Well, maybe you're right.
You say I choose sadness That it never once has chosen me Maybe you're right
You say I choose sadness, that it never once has chosen me... maybe you're right.
Just... yes.
My number-one Winter jam. I want to put it up before Spring is full-blown.