Believe me. I am still a scarecrow of my mad garden Omars passenger and I still sink It is very difficult to know I dont want to stay here hot premature fruits. The fire has taken you to my job . I know my fate You know the garden and the garden depending on my Joon The crow you said came to my eyes put the buttons on the road Another heart of these flocks. My loneliness is not my loneliness Dont get hearts. It is no longer a sea You are not in my head. Sometimes hard sometimes simple
