Feb 2021
Memories of my innocence
They’re scattered in the wind
Like blowing on a dandelion
I feel I have no way to win
So I should shut up and give in
I had no way to say no to them
They’re scattered in the wind
Like blowing on a dandelion
I feel I have no way to win
So I should shut up and give in
I had no way to say no to them
