imagine a boy and girl on the hood of a truck staring at the stars and the boy telling a story, or its actually so maybe him with a guitar singing thi..
Searching for a causecreating my ownyet still so aloneLove is a causesomething to live foryet far to evasive Especiallyto mea cold gentle giantfor I'm..
No one cried when the rich man diedSold his life for the devil's prizeSilver dollars were his eyesSo life is forsakenfor no life comes from inhumanity..