Someone who is imprisoned by Adam does not know the concern A mother who miss the child Dies the liver The one who is imprisoned by this lover does not know your eyes in your back I am a puppet Look at the glass from behind the glass and I put your hands on your hand Tell your phone and say something Say our alley to freedom Tell me to be right and lie ruins, tell me The days when I have a glass of glass You Talk to your phone and say I love you
The night that I am lonely in the cell instead of the guard What a wall fallen between me and you You All the Lillers are not like you Kennedy this persons pain has gone from the text on the margins
