Mock Orange
Текст песни Growing Crooked

Alone and sitting in the middle of her pain,
Thinking sour feelings everyday,
She would befriend anything that mends lost chances in time,
She would never find,
Growing crooked,
The smaller of the same,
Showed me things i thought everything was there in line with them,
She would never find out,
Mane has opened...
Blowing snow and...
Laughing with her