I’m never gone.
I’m always present in the day golden lights world shine and it will show my way missing sun, a wooden gun I just hate it, I quit it.
I’ll pay my respect one day.
I’ve always won to see the sun.
It was so easy, no effort, don’t need it Just looking for a getaway.
There’s nothin to be afraid of.
So I’m just gonna leave today, an orange trip to find a home.