Why did you build me, if all you wanted to do, was knock me down.
Why did you raise me, if all you wanted to do, was bring me low.
Why did you make me, if all you wanted to do, was break me.
Why did you build me, if all you wanted to do, was knock me down.
Why did you raise me, if all you wanted to do, was bring me low.
Why did you make me, if all you wanted to do, was break me.
London and Florence have my heart. All I want to do in life is see the world. Michigan grad. Twenty-three.