I wish every thing could be just like before
I'm running to the place before we fell apart,
How can I move on to what tomorrow brings?
How do I fly...
With broken wings.
— Nikki Flores.
I wish every thing could be just like before
I'm running to the place before we fell apart,
How can I move on to what tomorrow brings?
How do I fly...
With broken wings.
— Nikki Flores.