amour, gloire et beaute
And I ran and ran, until I ran out of space to run. Then I had to turn and I had to face myself.
Oh I am such a misfit! I want to run even further, but my back is against the wall.
And I slide down and down and all I want to do is to scream: somebody please tell me that it's ok to be me!
Oh I am such a misfit! I want to run even further, but my back is against the wall.
And I slide down and down and all I want to do is to scream: somebody please tell me that it's ok to be me!