Chaotic Catharsis.
By solaceLook up at the skies and see, i'm just a poor boy, i need no sympathy, Because life's easy come, easy go, little high, little low, Anyway the wind blows doesn't really matter to me.
Look up at the skies and see, i'm just a poor boy, i need no sympathy, Because life's easy come, easy go, little high, little low, Anyway the wind blows doesn't really matter to me.