Look at you, with your eyes … and one day, the memory of that will hurt so much, I won’t be able to breathe. And I’ll do what I always do; I’ll get in my box and I’ll run.
Look at you, with your eyes … and one day, the memory of that will hurt so much, I won’t be able to breathe. And I’ll do what I always do; I’ll get in my box and I’ll run.