I’ve never been one with big dreams-
there wasn’t much room but to dream of getting out-
and once everything was more beautiful
what more, what more could I need?
I’ve never been one with big dreams-
there wasn’t much room but to dream of getting out-
and once everything was more beautiful
what more, what more could I need?
Rather melancholy in a way.
Maybe so. If that’s the way you see it 😉