There's nothing to find, no, nothing to find, I severed everything I had
Sinking alive through waves of twine, dragging me down alone
I'm nowhere to find, no, nowhere to find, threw me aside and left again
Running away from now a place I'll never call a home
YOU ARE READING
England's Journal
RandomSo um yea, this is happening. France if you read this I will personally make you some scones to eat
