Tiata

Unpack your dreams, I don't want to atone, what isn't for me, I'm not a loon, who just wants a throne, in searching for love, the life of all has beens, who live through their ghosts, is that what you mean, even if I knew, you once burned the toast, it's not something to rue, not really my scene, that you try to clone, or face withered leaves, hate what I'm doing, a knife to my throat, does that keep you going, you know where I've been, don't let out a groan, stifle your screams, play the rolling stone.