I walk through the dark alley, it's 1672 Paris, and I can't imagine that I alone was born in this time; this reality. What did I do to deserve this? Everything is so bleak... Did it always look so ble...
I walk through the dark alley, it's 1672 Paris, and I can't imagine that I alone was born in this time; this reality. What did I do to deserve this? Everything is so bleak... Did it always look so ble...