An I'm shallow, My brain turns like a pulp of marrow, But oh no, I'm not planning to stay lost I know I could remove you from chaos But you touch me
Превод: Лошо момче наравно. Chaos теория.
shy An I'm shallow, My brain turns like a pulp of marrow, But oh no, I'm not planning to stay lost I know I could remove you from chaos But you touch
