On my way home, I pass by the music shop.
The guitars in the window catch my eye, but I shake my head.
I can't.
It's too risky.
There's a boy I see on the street sometimes. I've tried talking to him, but he doesn't say much. Though, he h... More
On my way home, I pass by the music shop.
The guitars in the window catch my eye, but I shake my head.
I can't.
It's too risky.