“it’s like loving the stars themselves. You don’t expect a sunset to admire you back.”
...Why don’t you like me, why don’t you like me without making me try?...
I could be brown, I could be blue, I could be violet sky, I could be hurtful, I could be purple, I could be anything you like.
Gotta be green, gotta be mean, gotta be everything more..
all the stars that fill the sky... they burn out before our eyes
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map