Everything is safely stored in the Archives
I know this isn’t going to work. But it HAS to work. You hear me Universe?!
If heaven’s for clean people, it’s vacant.
You seem to think there’s nobody like you;
day after day don’t know what you might do.
‘Can’t understand what it really feels like;
something so small is killing you inside.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map