Ah

who’s telling who? when the story tells itself
Look, where to look? It’s not up, cause it’s down
Tell the tale of another broken gaiman’s page
who’s telling who? when my books got away
you would not notice when i sing it in mind beam
and all the stuff he does yeah, i would not be entitled
i see me talking to myself well, i would not be entitled
you would not notice when i sang your music
cause it has been, enough to talk about it
you would not notice when i sing it in mind yeah
Who’s telling who? when the story tells itself
Look, where to look? It’s not up, cause it’s down
Tell the tale of another broken gaiman’s page
who’s telling who? when my books got away