Тексты песен The Awkward Stage

I plucked out all of my plumage, and I can keep nothing down Peacock with poor body image, and a temple that's sure to be torn to the ground I'm tired all the time, the lullaby become the dirge I've p

Who are these who know themselves? No apologies, no regrets. I know myself less the older I get Apologies and regrets, they are my epaulets. They are my epaulets. The memory is unkind to me. Life see