Unsure

Driving a nail into your every sense each reality you bent blaming your brain, for constant shame you bail, .. act like a snail causing your reign by the ounce, like a little grain, to expand your pain cut to more suspense like a craving, for the main events and flail, each time you fail feigning your new trail saving, biding your two cents Hiding whats guiding and sliding to past tense from hence whence deciding your next move which with prove you've spent secs sorting specs, divided lets just do Begin, where weve always prided the web weve always spun due to not having a clue about what weve always truly knew (..That the hats on the other shoe..)