Bruised But Not Broken.
Bruised but not broken
Is what she used to say to her tattered soul
And when she pick up her pen
She finds herself flowing in writing of her rebel Darling,
She used to love the sun
And sometimes dance in the rain for...
Is what she used to say to her tattered soul
And when she pick up her pen
She finds herself flowing in writing of her rebel Darling,
She used to love the sun
And sometimes dance in the rain for...