Lletres:
Warship Supply And Depend

toil and stress Scratch and obsess The measure of man doesn't make me who I am Wanting more, wanting more, wondering? Why do we toil and stress Scratch and

the woods and I adhered to a half truth I might regret this, but for now I trust you We get no inspiration if we give no inspiration Sought after self worth and

I can't find the way back And what was familiar seems abstract Did I cringe on your approach, unwelcome guest? (You're welcome now) Every intrusion needs