love is dream a dream is ussually not comes true a city sin but sins are advertising you urban style like rotten rope around your neck giddy life all words are wrote on heaven`s deck
do you like your own style? do you shame another life? turn you head to side of sun you see the light dont cry its come
daily rules delay you on border line silly sense just saving you from time to time your defence it s only you not someone else dry your eyes and try to change and you will rise