Everything is, everything was. Torn between what still makes us carry on. Everything is, everything was. Torn between what still makes us carry on. Everything can mean whatever.
We use ourselves like politicians. For all the money and indecision. Indecision, indecision. . Feels like there's no escape. Except through my hate. Second hand germ warfare.
I don't know if I'm tired and I don't know if I'm ill. My cheeks are turning yellow. I think I'll take another pill. . Praying for the wave to come now.
The statue of liberty looks so solemn on the tv. 100% risk of stepping outside. every second too precious to try. My heart aches for enola. from my birth a rellik a killer.
Emily worked at the diamond store. She wanted all the rings that she couldn't afford. One long day a tall man came. Asked her to marry him and he bought her a ring.