Hey, Johnny Park! Testo

come and I'll take you under this beautiful bruises colors everything fades in time its true wish that I had another stab at the undercover was it a change in mind for you It's impossible I can't let it out you'll never know am I selling you out sit and watch your every mood your eyes still remind me of angels that hover above eyes that can change from blind to blue now that I've found my reward throuw it away long before I'd share a piece of mine with you