I smell sex and candy. I hate being Willy Wonka's roommate.
“The forest cries out to me,
time to come home.
Wander,
take inspiration,
and write about my beauty it says.
Come home my child.
The birds will sing for you,
leaves will rustle,
and the wolves howl.
Come home,
and I will heal you.”
time to come home.
Wander,
take inspiration,
and write about my beauty it says.
Come home my child.
The birds will sing for you,
leaves will rustle,
and the wolves howl.
Come home,
and I will heal you.”