alike to me. Sometimes quiet sounds like lonely to me My my angel, I'd stopped breathing for you. If my life was possible without end. To be sure of love I'm needing more than just a casual affair
What do I really hear. What is in the ear of my mind. Which sounds are true and clear. And which will never be defined. The sweetest sounds I'll ever hear. Are still inside my head. The kindest
. Anchored by the hope of making sounds. And stronger after pushing for a decade long. I gave up the good life and turned on the headlights. I can't go on without the road. Discovered it's better when
