Nothing I answer, as she sighs and looks away, but if i were to say what is really on my mind, you probably would not see me again.
It all comes at once, it never stops, my mind is like the station, my feelings the trains.
Rush hour is infinite
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 3:55 AM UTC
Nothing I answer, as she sighs and looks away, but if i were to say what is really on my mind, you probably would not see me again.
It all comes at once, it never stops, my mind is like the station, my feelings the trains.
Rush hour is infinite
