Down the lane holds streaks of light
And struggle I must, with all my might
To catch a glimpse of some hope
And maybe, just maybe I don’t have to use the rope
Whoa. Deep. Very Deep.
Down the lane holds streaks of light
And struggle I must, with all my might
To catch a glimpse of some hope
And maybe, just maybe I don’t have to use the rope
Whoa. Deep. Very Deep.
Lol...
Me and deep things