Lon, lon, lon
Disdain emerges and clings up to my eyes.
Lon, lon,lon
I stop and mumble, rainbow and sunrise.
Lon, lon, lon
How words can break, they crumble
lon, lon, lon
I abstain of sorrow, I **** to stay humble.
Lon, lon...longer
I sing a song and I tumble, slighty used, nights I borrow.
Lon, lon, lon
And on I ramble,
September is almost gone.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
Lon, lon, lon
Disdain emerges and clings up to my eyes.
Lon, lon,lon
I stop and mumble, rainbow and sunrise.
Lon, lon, lon
How words can break, they crumble
lon, lon, lon
I abstain of sorrow, I **** to stay humble.
Lon, lon...longer
I sing a song and I tumble, slighty used, nights I borrow.
Lon, lon, lon
And on I ramble,
September is almost gone.
