Poetic License
We comb each other every night
I painted the picture by myself
You rag won't be stolen by them
You dirt has just been discovered
I don't know if I should follow the light in the night
Poetic License
Many lies among the hair
Little dreams on the forehead
The reflection is just so different
Pull me down on the carpet
Do what you feel
I surrender
I surrender
I surrender
I surrender
Writer/s: Giada Celeste Chelli
