You don't believe me , do you ?
Whatever.
Take you leave it.
I'm done with my life.
It's overread it.
But,what else is happen.
Death?
I mean entire life I thought was necessary.
It was just something I had to do.
But it makes me fun and happy.
And meet me there,
And meet me there,
With bundles of flowers,
We'll wade through the hours of cold.
And meet me there,
With bundles of flowers,
We'll wade through the hours of cold.
Shelter as we go.
With bundles of flowers,
We'll wade through the hours of cold.
With bundles of flowers,
We'll wade through the hours of cold.
With bundles of flowers,
We'll wade through the hours of cold.