It's funny how time flies, Can still remember the early days, When one was not certain of what he wanted to be, Not as if there's a change in that, But the scattered mind of a young boy, Whose best moments were the ones he spent with himself, In the room and parlour apartment,
The Young Boy
The Young Boy
The Young Boy
It's funny how time flies, Can still remember the early days, When one was not certain of what he wanted to be, Not as if there's a change in that, But the scattered mind of a young boy, Whose best moments were the ones he spent with himself, In the room and parlour apartment,