And that's the third strike.
I'm out.
I never knew about
What it is like
To scream and shout
By standing in dislike
In my heart's strikeout
But now everything had rearranged
Even though nothing has changed
And that's the third strike.
I'm out.
I never knew about
What it is like
To scream and shout
By standing in dislike
In my heart's strikeout
But now everything had rearranged
Even though nothing has changed
