Santa can give me anything
he can even make it snow...
I feel the sweat on my face
with the parchment in my hand...
Your my lollipop
your sugary sweet...
Searching for the days
searching the way outta this maze...
In life i know
some things don't go as planned...
My eyes burned
i looked at her bed...
You’re always on my mind
When you’re not supposed to be...
Make a huddle you and me
lay together only inches apart...
I have a treasure chest
though i wish i could...
~ THIS IS MORE OF A WRITING - IT DOESNT RHYME OR...
born a girl...
~ THIS IS MORE OF A WRITING - IT DOESNT RHYME OR...
there's a little boy born...
Everyone has a weakness, at least one
a fear that lies in your heart...