I got stolen from a box full of records, my favorite one was the one behind me, used by stolen people like me, to rest their shoulders, it was stonowey, somehow I found myself arguing about it with one of the officials in the door, the band was not found guilty in the trial, they were, place as myself in the thief's box. I do not undergo the fact that I have means to run, I just hide here for the time to come, I will tell you..
I end up smiling to my captor, uselessness, I was put in there because I could easily see behind eyes like yours how you threaten your dreams. Actually, it was just because I could not repeat I am human and I live from mistakes. I was in the record box, happily, till they got me.