You’re wet eyes, gray in my hair,
you hell, but they want it serves me right.
In its needed water, a sweet food, bad
his bad, but my favorite “goodnight” to.
heart of garbage already, heart again they touched with dirty hands,
but hates it, swear him crying, stop beating him silly.
where to hide, where, stop giving you steal,
seemed to take crumbs from orphan, so he took me fool you.I’ll cry you mom and this was right,
crazy, crazy, but I want nothing, that’s rude.
in need of water and sweeter than the food
is bad, bad, but my favorite “goodnight” is.
Heart can you hear me, will not you cry? Yes
our touch is tears,
hundred life love die, one hundred and first will give him.
He so get silly.