21 December 2012
It's not me who made that mistake.
I wasn't wrong all this time, was I?
The questions won't leave me alone,
And like a child I sit in my floor,
Hands over my ears,
And sing about freedom.
It hurts, Dear, it really does.
Get me off this floor and take my back
To how it was before.
Is really all my fault?
Bakers Creed. • Opuss № I