thecatintherye: (Flowers)
How could it be that I was born without a clue to carry on
And still it is the same now I am older
Armed with just a will and then this love for singing songs
And minding less and less if
I am colder
thecatintherye: (Sleep well)
I used to get drunk to get my spark
And it used to work just fine
And it made me wretched but it gave me heart
I miss him like I miss my wine

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