It was cold and dark. I seemed very out of place. I felt my legs get weak. And the wall's start to shake. . But anxiety is setting in. The leaves were growing, hands pulling my skin.
The antidote for irony is held safe far away from you. I heard you say just this one time, so I guess I'll, just sit down and see for myself. I'll go where you take me.
I broke down the best part of our story to whom it may concern. I think a beautiful plan. Like style, imagine what they could do. With a little more time, and a little more passion.