Don't know how it's appealing but I'll take it anyway
Till I'm touching the celling, till my mum is on the way
To her grave still hear screaming even on a different day
If you asked how I was up I dont think that I could say
Don't know how it's appealing but I'll take it anyway
Till I'm touching the celling, till my mum is on the way
To her grave still hear screaming even on a different day
If you asked how I was up I dont think that I could say