Madness string 22525

Random mermaid
The sidewalk of New York is where smiles go to die.
Now I'm old and I'm rusty, my troubles like sand on a beach, they can't be calculated. I always have waited for something just out of reach. And I to myself am a stranger, my heart is an island of lead, my world is resounding with miseries abounding. There's only one thing to be said.