She used to smile sometimes.
So innocently, so fragile.
She was the earthquake for a dream,
Her youth passed as days went by.
...
Ciao Edie!
She used to smile sometimes.
So innocently, so fragile.
She was the earthquake for a dream,
Her youth passed as days went by.
She was proud, but not enough.
Her strength, not enough.
That angel dressed like hoe...
Or the other way around?