l o g a n. || . .
When I was a young boy
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, "Son, when you grow up
Would you be the savior of the broken
The beaten and the damned?
When I was a young boy
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, "Son, when you grow up
Would you be the savior of the broken
The beaten and the damned?
x. Mood; meh.
x. crush; Cooper.
"I speak at a regular volume! My voice is not that irritating! Ask anyone!" Logan protested, purposely speaking a bit louder. "I was born June Thirteenth." He mumbled relucently after a moment, rolling his eyes. So Cooper was older? Thats a bummer. He was very young compared to the others in his year though. Shaking his head, he sighed, "Cooper," He didn't notice he was using the boy's first name, "Your in a good mood a lot, okay? Just not when I'm around." He crossed his arms, looking up and blowiing his bangs from his face. "I'm not self obsessed."









