February 2009
When I was a boyI didn't care about a thingIt was me and this world and a broken dreamI was bleaming myselfAnd all it was going wrongAnd then whenI found browse out of townOne to the loveStarting push
When I was a boyI didn't care about a thingIt was me and this world and a broken dreamI was bleaming myselfAnd all it was going wrongAnd then whenI found browse out of townOne to the loveStarting push