'May the Art we paint with our Hearts live forever'
May the Art we paint with our hearts live forever
The only one's who say money is not the root of all evil Are the one's whose printing it
We couldn't fly but falling for each other felt like we learned how to glide
You Love the type of guys that make you stable Yet these chills down your spine leaves you unbalanced & enabled
Change the world or die trying not to let it change you
In a World full of antics. You make being real feel like Magic