Isabella Lewis

Run, run, run away. It's your heart that you betray. Feeding all your hungry eyes. I bet you're not so civilized. Where is the love? Primitive. A wild gift that you won't unveil. Break out a captive array. Come on, stereo jungle child. Love is a cure. Your heart's too wild. She never wants to fall in vain. I am the warrior. But I am the warrior. An