ezracanbeagirlsname: I want to be a writerBut once I set my goalsThe words seem to stopThey dry up and I can’t make them appearWhen I lay in bed they tumble from my brainAnd fall to the carpetUnused and lostMornings of tea and toastBright sunshine
ezracanbeagirlsname: I want to be a writerBut once I set my goalsThe words seem to stopThey dry up and I can’t make them appearWhen I lay in bed they tumble from my brainAnd fall to the carpetUnused and lostMornings of tea and toastBright sunshine
ezracanbeagirlsname: I want to be a writerBut once I set my goalsThe words seem to stopThey dry up and I can’t make them appearWhen I lay in bed they tumble from my brainAnd fall to the carpetUnused and lostMornings of tea and toastBright sunshine
ezracanbeagirlsname: I want to be a writerBut once I set my goalsThe words seem to stopThey dry up and I can’t make them appearWhen I lay in bed they tumble from my brainAnd fall to the carpetUnused and lostMornings of tea and toastBright sunshine
ezracanbeagirlsname: I want to be a writerBut once I set my goalsThe words seem to stopThey dry up and I can’t make them appearWhen I lay in bed they tumble from my brainAnd fall to the carpetUnused and lostMornings of tea and toastBright sunshine
ezracanbeagirlsname: I want to be a writerBut once I set my goalsThe words seem to stopThey dry up and I can’t make them appearWhen I lay in bed they tumble from my brainAnd fall to the carpetUnused and lostMornings of tea and toastBright sunshine
ezracanbeagirlsname: I want to be a writerBut once I set my goalsThe words seem to stopThey dry up and I can’t make them appearWhen I lay in bed they tumble from my brainAnd fall to the carpetUnused and lostMornings of tea and toastBright sunshine
ezracanbeagirlsname: I want to be a writerBut once I set my goalsThe words seem to stopThey dry up and I can’t make them appearWhen I lay in bed they tumble from my brainAnd fall to the carpetUnused and lostMornings of tea and toastBright sunshine
ezracanbeagirlsname: I want to be a writerBut once I set my goalsThe words seem to stopThey dry up and I can’t make them appearWhen I lay in bed they tumble from my brainAnd fall to the carpetUnused and lostMornings of tea and toastBright sunshine
ezracanbeagirlsname: I want to be a writerBut once I set my goalsThe words seem to stopThey dry up and I can’t make them appearWhen I lay in bed they tumble from my brainAnd fall to the carpetUnused and lostMornings of tea and toastBright sunshine
ezracanbeagirlsname: I want to be a writerBut once I set my goalsThe words seem to stopThey dry up and I can’t make them appearWhen I lay in bed they tumble from my brainAnd fall to the carpetUnused and lostMornings of tea and toastBright sunshine
