You walked all over in your blunder stones. In your own road movie, with your one armed man. Gonna make it to the problem page, trouble-shoot your life.
Got answers for everyone endless excuses. Not habit for anyone 'cos I'm trying to break your click track heart. Seen a vision of perfect grace airbrushed and lifeless.
it takes too much to please me. attached but no real feeling. high fives and corporate anthems. nothing comes to mind. . kitemarked for true low standards.
Strike me down. Give me everything you've got. Strike me down. I'll be everything I'm not. Count the questions on one hand. You don't ask me what I planned.