You’re my favorite bird, and when you sing I really do wish you would wear my ring No matter what they say, I am still the king Now, the storm is coming; The storm is coming in 
No one can talk. No one can hangout. I’m not doing good and I just need someone to vent to…so much has not been going right. Put in my two weeks, now I have to focus on fixing my car or buying a new one, then apartment hunting. I can’t do this anymore. |
