Surrendered To Decadence (Part II)
Forget the past.
I live (ours) days.
I sow the hope,
escape the real,
the oversight.
The languid life
is a really torture,
end of my life…
Forget the past.
I live (ours) days.
I sow the hope,
escape the real,
the oversight.
The languid life
is a really torture,
end of my life…