We barter soul for whatever seems to looks nice

Feelings.

I don’t want to talk, just want to listen.

I want to hear another voice; losing myself in the words of someone else.

I need to lay down in your arms, listen to the sound of you.

Wat ever happen to HakunaMatata? Cause I never have no worries. Stressed

minxy: A mystery and Science can’t match the hand print