CMNT.
MSG.
ADD.
Luciana, and i'm not your type.
I don't know who you are, i don't know who i am, i don't know what ambitions i have; what lust i crave, what goes on in this head of mine. I have lungs full of smoke, eyes full of tears and an empty wallet. Music is my saviour, sometimes i just need that little something extra to help me feel real again. I love my mother x
