I don't know why anything is how it is...
Why the kid in the stocking cap,
Throws rocks at the hornets nest.
Why birds fly north,
When winter comes again.
Why you hate me today,
And tomorrow were friends.
Aug 7, 2012
Aug 7, 2012 at 4:44 AM UTC
I don't know why anything is how it is...
Why the kid in the stocking cap,
Throws rocks at the hornets nest.
Why birds fly north,
When winter comes again.
Why you hate me today,
And tomorrow were friends.
