Days fly, and they don’t
say “hi!” or wave “bye!”
better
I fell inside the outside.
Tommy has two faces. He wears them both
Remember when things were different?
A Poet’s dream is to be heard
Days fly, and they don’t
say “hi!” or wave “bye!”
I fell inside the outside.
Tommy has two faces. He wears them both
Remember when things were different?
A Poet’s dream is to be heard
