Axa

Vājprātīgi dīvaina nakts.
Konstanti modos augšā, dzirdēju dīvainus trokšņus un domāju, ka man kāds uzmācas.
Neprotu dzīvot viena.

I wish I had a bottle
Right here in my pretty face to wear the scars
To show from where I came

We don’t talk about love we only want to get drunk
And we are not allowed to spend
As we are told that this is the end

A design for life