Ermm...it's not working. The little selector dot thing moves when I answer the next question.
Ermm...it's not working. The little selector dot thing moves when I answer the next question.
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...