I could sit and tell a story
Where tears are made of gold
And my dreams,
There's no mold
The dresses are puffy and blue
And beauty
Will never be due
I could tell a story
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
I could sit and tell a story
Where tears are made of gold
And my dreams,
There's no mold
The dresses are puffy and blue
And beauty
Will never be due
I could tell a story
