1SE 2020 By Christina Accardi

Huh, don't stand going slow? I think I feel alive again. Oh, foreign. I think I feel alive the again she closed. My toes do again think I feel is again, don't know where I'm going, but I feel it calling me hear those pretty whispers yeah they pour into my feet. All the doors are closed. They make way they're straight for me.

If it were an ocean, I'd keep drive through policies because I'm running. What I'm sure is meant to be is, oh, is fear, don't know where I'm going, but I feel it calling me. I hear those pretty whispers yeah. They pull me to my feet. Oh, why feelings.

Source : Christina Accardi