At twenty-five, all hope has diedAnd the glass of my intentions turns to sandAnd shatters in my hand


At twenty-five, all hope has diedAnd the glass of my intentions turns to sandAnd shatters in my hand
At twenty-five, all hope has diedAnd the glass of my intentions turns to sandAnd shatters in my hand
At twenty-five, all hope has diedAnd the glass of my intentions turns to sandAnd shatters in my hand
At twenty-five, all hope has diedAnd the glass of my intentions turns to sandAnd shatters in my hand
At twenty-five, all hope has diedAnd the glass of my intentions turns to sandAnd shatters in my hand