Two sponges, I separated
Hopeless to me it seemed
Wasted too
But for you
It meant
Sincere pregnant
Two sponges schemed apart
And lo! A telling piece of art
In the end all you want is a pen that writes well and a life that you've lived well.
In the end all you want is a pen that writes well and a life that you've lived well.
Two sponges, I separated
Hopeless to me it seemed
Wasted too
But for you
It meant
Sincere pregnant
Two sponges schemed apart
And lo! A telling piece of art
- Musings of a promising freak -
The world around through my camera's lens
About writing and stuff
Story Of The Footloose 