Your real facts have real words today, Yes through my eyes murmurs sound. The voice in me peep real windows, I am with you always at your side. Won’t my passion meres my real heart, Won’t my words be best…
Whilst staring at a young lad uttering some words in his mouth, I could make he’s in a lip-sync with some sort of derogatory music. Cute he may be, little of it he may understand out of the words, but…