If your glass house break
Start all over again
Build one that of Greek.
The sanctimonious issue of a fishing party at a marina is a square not a circle. But rhinos doing a ballet performance is akin to a synchronised swimming competition. Mind not a pillar of pillow case. And moving quickly with eighty cakes is very very riotous. Especially in a full moon. Dance not with a digger. Dance with a dramatic drapery. Daggers drag so don't spin on a rotating castle rampart. It is worthwhile noting that fish who resemble dogs can bite lines and pull out bones from a stream. Plus they are very clever and often enjoy replacing stones and counting. So sure shrapnel shaping shifts. And a caribou arriving on a multi angled bus. Saying hello. In a yellow sheet. Radius of watery weights is a fascination to a falcon. And a xenophobic xylophone. Exciting experience isnt it. hahahahaha doveland driving. Xxxxx gestational group grin grinding grains. Xxxxx pamphlets popping xxxxx vitrification z fortification Z.
It’s terrible to be in my shoes
While you live your never-ending nirvana…
Shedding good news
You’ll live to meet your demise…I see your flaw!
This want of freedom is beyond description
I need to hold your hand…this is a hard decision
Lead me to a dazzling land
Don’t be afraid; don’t move a muscle
I understand…I understand…
I cannot provide you with any insight,
But remain prudent
Remain content
For the time being…and lay on someone else’s shoulders
Rely on your intuition…and fulfill your ambition
Hold on to your gift of healing
Without letting go…
Letting go…
Open wide your mouth,
So I can fill it up with positivity
There’s no point in crying…
No point in lying…
There’s a chance for you
To drown your misery…
This uncertainty…this morbid envy
Reigns over me…
I got to overcome these dark enmities
This failure mindset…this horrid melancholy
Grows inside me like a cancer
I feel the wild nature coming back
To hunt me down
My prayer is rejected…and my heart is infected
With aching affliction…
I can’t bear this burden anymore
I can’t stand the aftertaste of yesterday…the addiction
I need to break this bad habit…
It’s unhealthy and it’s killing me bit by bit
This burn is punching me in the face again
Open up the corridors into my head
And you’ll taste my undesirable dread
Spit it out! Replace it with benevolence…
Not all that miserable nonsense!
Open up your eyes,
So I can show you my cheerfulness
There’s no point in crying…
There’s clearly no point in you sighing…
There’s a chance for you
To drown your unappealing agony…
This discarded doubt…this morbid envy
Reigns over me…
I got to overcome these dark enmities
This insecurity…this horrid melancholy
Conquers me like a cancer
Hey, I concealed my sorrow forever it seems
It’s killing me now…
I’m feeling on edge – I got to escape these dreams
I’m afraid I’ll explode if you don’t show me how
To erase these tears,
Making me taste woe
And all you do is ignore me
Then…you suddenly change for the better
Weakening by the minute…
Strength is gone, I’m losing grip
But I’m seriously injured
By your absence…it stings like a whip!
Open wide your mouth,
So I can fill it up with positivity
There’s no point in crying…
No point in lying…
There’s a chance for you
To drown your misery…
This uncertainty…this morbid envy
Reigns over me…
I got to overcome these dark enmities
This insecurity…this horrid melancholy
Conquers me like a cancer
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