through the front of your face. This time I'm walking away and I'm breaking your legs so you can't come crawling back. There is no mercy left in me. Goodbye
cicadas are omnipotent sound. The kampong is dark and still. I am not what I thought I was. I am not what I seem. Most of all, I am not what I am. I
, baby, I can't tell you why I can't tell you why No,no, baby, I can't tell you why I can't tell you why I can't tell you why New York Minute
