Today is about... Freedom?
* Freedom! Freedom!*
Maybe choking with thin air...
Shout me out!
Oh oh! Wait!
I know!... It's coming... Coming...
Here you go...
I know your reason is stout
And your freedoms dissolved in your passion dear
It's burning your eyes and it's killing your mind
And it's poking your atmosphere
But should you find it obscene in that gray
All dramatic series young hearts say.
Maybe is just about choking your atmosphere...
What a shame.
I just want to thank you. That's all.
A happy me.