Paris Jackson

this veritable unknown bad man in the mirror would likewise beat it behind the mask ben writhing in pain to feel best of joy for (i can't make it) another day without billie jean in this black or white whirled wide webbed world whereby hypnosis breaking news like dangerous butterflies effects ben tormented thus this earth song time and again experience ye that doth give in to me sans like a loved one gone to soon but my spirit does want to heal the world for tis only human nature to feel claustrophobic shuttered in the closet all a jam and smothered yet...please keep the faith and keep your head up for tis much to soon to erase off the wall memories that perhaps one day in your life pretty young thing would will remember the time happiness did roll and rock with you like a rockin' robin though now ye rankle like a stranger in moscow concluding supposed guardian angels they do not care about us minor bit players on the global stage self reflection finds me wondering if this is it blinded by unasked for fate to be blinded in the limelight haint no thriller cuz...honestly, i wanna be startin' somethin' fresh like...paris in springtime then upon winter of moi descent into the dimension beyond life wondering if you will be there.