Why do we say things we can't take back, why do we miss what we never had

I don't know why, but cos some reason ilove rocks and sand. I love the feeling of soft sand in hand and voice whe i walik on sand or rocks. Rocks just are so hard and heavy.

You are free, free like a wild foal

And remember that i'm also just a girl who's stading in front of boy asking him to love her