Pops.
Walking down the street.
Sitting in a chair.
Staring into space,
like no one even cares.
Thinking of him,
I can never stop.
Where ever I go,
the bubble never pops.
Walking down the street.
Sitting in a chair.
Staring into space,
like no one even cares.
Thinking of him,
I can never stop.
Where ever I go,
the bubble never pops.