singer, student, music lover.
I remember how we would dance out loud. Born to fly. Born to gaze into night skies. I found a fatal flaw in the logic of love. Life is my sin, rake it up to take it in. Dream of californiacation. A seven nation army couldn't hold me back. You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. Stepping over what now towers to the sky. Lines we trace have a thousand ends.Summer skies don’t shine the same and winter cold won’t numb the pain. Under bright stars burning we will make our own ending. Over our city like notes from above. Damned to be one of us, girl.So give me your hand, and let's jump out the window