Pic Of Normal Looking Throat

I do not want to know what you've been

Lie down just beside my bed. I will not hear your B-side. Stay here, and I rest up from.
You want my dirt not hear, I'm nothing special for you.
Sometimes I think of our confusing lives, and to me is very funny in the stomach. We are waiting to hold anything, something new. Time trickles by so and we will always remember what else.
something will happen ... that's certain. Since we have a hope-free.