I drew the empty migration to the hayyyme wall I wrote a photo of a heart from the fantasy love under the photo of the wall became a reminder This broken heart with the love beam of love at night could be mirrors Poddy Fire of the Carpet But I saw the alley an empty alley Your love was fantasy A lovely love alley The alley was empty Your love was fantasy A lovely love
Now that I have a lot of my day Broken A memory of a broken heart Alley Alley Alley was empty Your love was fantasy A pushy love
