Music is my medicine.
Music is my soul.
Music is my way of speaking out my thoughts.
I was slumbering for too long, until came a bright epitome awakening my sleeping soul.
Her soul is mellow.
She's not narrow.
She is my yellow.
Music is my medicine.
Music is my soul.
Music is my way of speaking out my thoughts.
I was slumbering for too long, until came a bright epitome awakening my sleeping soul.
Her soul is mellow.
She's not narrow.
She is my yellow.