Her November Diary

Streets have breaths
chased up and down
people always go and come
thief of street
steal your dream
we feel we'll find happiness

hand the case
keep moving on
it's hard to turn away
and have a job get working hard
that's why we stay

You tend to have unusual thoughts make different from
those things you laughed and it's nothing but an urban souvenir
we've on the streets they knee on streets
we satisfy a lot
the up and fall
the hidean heart
bounce around and round

will kill herself in the plastic bag
will kill herself in the plastic bag
will kill herself in the plastic bag
will suicide

seasons are quickly gone
those year just passes by

seasons are quickly gone
those year just passes by

run run run
they could run away away
run run run
they could run away away