I'M NOT A HOBBY, TONY
Junior Martins
You'll always be the reason why I still write
The reason why I mourn on every morning sky
Your lips once felt like paradise, collapsing entirely over mine
You'll always be the reason why I still write
The reason why I mourn on every morning sky
Your lips once felt like paradise, collapsing entirely over mine
I was you for you were dead
I let you back into my head
Mine
You'll always be the reason why I still write
The reason why I mourn on every morning sky
Your lips once felt like paradise, collapsing entirely over mine
You'll always be the reason why I still write
The reason why I mourn on every morning sky
Your lips once felt like paradise, collapsing entirely over mine
