above the clouds

гостевая; each day waking up, feeling like you got something to prove, don't let it fool ya, it'll do something to ya,shutting down, with your mind made up, acting like you got so much to lose, won't make it better, ain't no warmth in fair weather

Like Strangers Do

нужные; i miss the taste of your lips on sunday and the sound of your laugh when i say something funny, but nobody heard it, except for you and my mom still ask about you, i lie and say we friendly, 'cause i don't have it in me, to tell the truth

the story never ends

реклама; stick, stick to your stones cause that's all you know, i was caught in the middle, i swallow my words down to the bone, 'cause nothing's that simple