"You make me wanna make my home here!"
(what thoughtless spirit led to a compulsive confession like that?)
and what a shame, what a shame, but i can not be considerate.
i can not be considerate.
we will always be the vagrant. no rest, no plan, no constant.
just one way to mak

Parts of broken records left to discard. their only purpose to warm the heart.
But now the needle won't find the start. do you hark?
Friends, or at least what they intend. all their advice is on the mend
Maybe some day i give up to contemn, in the end.
There comes a time when the