forks and spoons are scattered do you know who i am. table full of knives,yeah. i've already been there. Maybe i'm a postman maybe i'm lawyer. you will die but i can do it cleaner and slower.
guess,who i'm don't cut the stem. i'm proud of this flower.
spoons don't know who i am. but forks are there and still scattered. petals are my foster children i always take care of them. maybe i'm a lawyer. maybe i'm a Jesus but kids are hungry,they are screaming: "we wanna eat,please,feed us"
guess,who i'm don't cut the stem. i'm proud of this flower. i'm proud of this flower. i'm proud of your mother i'm proud of her flower. i'm proud of this flower. i'm proud of this flower.