They call it The Bridge to Nowhere and it is where I stood in search of way, gazing amid some breeze, how I wish I would freeze, Because there is no other place, where I would willingly decay. Yet, my leave is prerequisite. I just can’t stay.
They call it The Bridge to Nowhere and it is where I stood in search of way, gazing amid some breeze, how I wish I would freeze, Because there is no other place, where I would willingly decay. Yet, my leave is prerequisite. I just can’t stay.