Sophia Rich

Part 2 of 2. He wasn't just singing... He was saying Goodbye in real time. Yes, and breathe, a last work. You can feel my hand on your own. 'Cause I'm not your son, you're not my father. We're just too grown men saying goodbye. No need to forget, no need to forget. I know your mistakes and you know mine. While you're sleeping, I'll try to make you