A word with no sense of responsibility If it’s custom then that’s the end of it Wanting to take off from this reality I’m already standing at the ends Though I’m afraid I stand up against the high browed stares
A word with no sense of responsibilityIf it’s custom then that’s the end of itWanting to take off from this reality I’m already standing at the endsThough I’m afraid I stand up against the high browed stares