“Oh, naive little me
Asking what things you have seen
You’re vulnerable in your head
You’ll scream and you’ll wail till you’re dead…But if I sit here and weep
I’ll be blown over by the slightest of breeze.”
“Oh, naive little me
Asking what things you have seen
You’re vulnerable in your head
You’ll scream and you’ll wail till you’re dead…But if I sit here and weep
I’ll be blown over by the slightest of breeze.”
