The mornings are rough i dont want to wake to face Another day of fake smiles and forced happiness The mid day’s are sad The torturous turn over from a terrible morning to a secret afternoon The afternoons are bluffed Im in the groove a well worn
The mornings are rough i dont want to wake to face Another day of fake smiles and forced happiness The mid day’s are sad The torturous turn over from a terrible morning to a secret afternoon The afternoons are bluffed Im in the groove a well worn
The mornings are rough i dont want to wake to face Another day of fake smiles and forced happiness The mid day’s are sad The torturous turn over from a terrible morning to a secret afternoon The afternoons are bluffed Im in the groove a well worn
The mornings are rough i dont want to wake to face Another day of fake smiles and forced happiness The mid day’s are sad The torturous turn over from a terrible morning to a secret afternoon The afternoons are bluffed Im in the groove a well worn
The mornings are rough i dont want to wake to face Another day of fake smiles and forced happiness The mid day’s are sad The torturous turn over from a terrible morning to a secret afternoon The afternoons are bluffed Im in the groove a well worn
The mornings are rough i dont want to wake to face Another day of fake smiles and forced happiness The mid day’s are sad The torturous turn over from a terrible morning to a secret afternoon The afternoons are bluffed Im in the groove a well worn
The mornings are rough i dont want to wake to face Another day of fake smiles and forced happiness The mid day’s are sad The torturous turn over from a terrible morning to a secret afternoon The afternoons are bluffed Im in the groove a well worn
The mornings are rough i dont want to wake to face Another day of fake smiles and forced happiness The mid day’s are sad The torturous turn over from a terrible morning to a secret afternoon The afternoons are bluffed Im in the groove a well worn
The mornings are rough i dont want to wake to face Another day of fake smiles and forced happiness The mid day’s are sad The torturous turn over from a terrible morning to a secret afternoon The afternoons are bluffed Im in the groove a well worn
