Intro You don't have to bring solar back to make us happy moon, I promise, no one is telling you, you have to moon, maybe solar spitter off dead, no no. How could you say that he's family? Ok, but he wouldn't want you to kill someone to bring him back, how do you know if you don't want to be dead, you're not a God, you can't bring people back from the dead, yes, I can't, I can fix sum, that's what I was made to do, I am new, there has to be a better option than this. Ah. Nothing you say can make me think, otherwise, this is what I need to do well, I hope you're aware that this is what you do, nobody will ever not even solar would be happy with you fine by me, be productive perform construction art of creation is what I was born to be, I don't care if it causes the structure in my only goal is to bring him back to me, I would spare his life if it costs my arm, I don't give a shit if I run or die alone, watch them cry over his tombstone, the house I live in doesn't feel like home I'm I'm the better moon I'm brighter than the older, no much I can remember I'm born with a painted picture. Hands are bleeding so badly from trying to fix your pain. Is this who I'm supposed to be? Is this called insanity, nothing is working I'm close to snapping progress, ive made a starting all over again, is this reality, I am still dreaming, look at the clock, or the blood on my hands, I will take a life, he can come back home, I don't care who dies, all their fucking bones. This is the time.no one in my way, no, that was my kill, I am not moon, I am more than a pebble in space and time itself I've drawn over my painted picture, no guilty feelings bowed down in respect on my name name, this is who I am is this called insanity
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