Dear Mommy And Daddy, I'm Sorry I Can't Make Gold Out Of Rocks
[The Man Who Can't Be Moved - The Script]
They come and take all they can take, just like a swarm of locusts. They pierced right through my soul, leaving a huge cavity beghind. And like tiny worms, the insides have started to nibble off itself. If I owe to you my current life, would you like to take it back? There's nothing more I can offer, but my life.
They come and take all they can take, just like a swarm of locusts. They pierced right through my soul, leaving a huge cavity beghind. And like tiny worms, the insides have started to nibble off itself. If I owe to you my current life, would you like to take it back? There's nothing more I can offer, but my life.
