Chris

The year Lady passed away, i couldn't get past the blues, was shrunken day to day, i wanted to be alone, not see anyone new, on the street or Metro, but you are my angel, i didn't have a clue, you became my guide, arranged all the loans, brought me back anew, put jelly on my bones, before this game, i didn’t think of you, only what a waste, then you began to erase, all my bitter tunes, now I go another way, wear a different costume.