I talk to God as much as. I talk to Satan 'cause. I want to hear both sides. Does that make me cynical. There are no miracles. And this is no miraculous life.
Diamonds, glitter and trauma. Tears with an unfriendly atmosphere. Will make our night. It'll make tonight. . Your potential is underused. Your skin will break into jigsaw shaped pieces of meat.
Oh, my distorted smile will tighten its grip. Now somebody is asking, "When you will disappear?". You have to believe yourself to be happy now. You can't rely on someone else to be happy, happy.