I Con A Class Tick
I'd rather be the bud that never blossoms
Than the flower that looks down on all the others
Position alone gave it the sun's coveted favor
It took a drought to teach it how to sink or swim
I amnesia, what's your name?
I amnesia, what's my name?
Than the flower that looks down on all the others
Position alone gave it the sun's coveted favor
It took a drought to teach it how to sink or swim
I amnesia, what's your name?
I amnesia, what's my name?