The sun is shining like crazy
The heat is getting on my nerves
Everything I touch feels sticky
I need some fresh air to organize my feelings
Guide me to the sea side, love
Let me die in your arms of waves
And be born again from an oyster shell
Calm my anxiousness down, help me grow
So I can survive the time when you will be far away...
1 comment:
This represent perfectly what happens to me these days in my city!
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