Sometimes, my own name, sounds alien to me.
As if it does not belong to me.
Like a word from another language, which expects a different accent, and no matter how hard you try it will never come to you.
sometimes... sometimes... I want talk about my life, to anyone who might want to hear what I have to say.
As if it does not belong to me.
Like a word from another language, which expects a different accent, and no matter how hard you try it will never come to you.
sometimes... sometimes... I want talk about my life, to anyone who might want to hear what I have to say.
