Thrill Seeker

Open those eyes, wake from peace. Open those eyes, wake form peace. Orders are some favorite color. "Same old same old" is their battle cry. Why don't we keep searching, searching for a new flavor? Our hearts have become routine. Our hearts have

Your due date is up. Don't make comments on irrelevant subjects. There is a man who seeks his own happiness, and his smile is warmer than five of yours. You keep singing to a tasteless song. He whistles to a song of hope. A night of foolish chatter i