When the inspiration is sitting and wasting, the feeling of hesitation keeps on making a lack of charisma, panting and beating at the door that is waiting to be opened up. This world is a canvass that will make all of us, break all of us, take from all of us, please god wait for us......please god wait for us.
The thread pushes through the seam and it makes. Lakes come to wake, days go to break, breathing continues to shake. Am I fake, Am I fake, Am I fake? Push comes to shove love is a dove, emotion is a rug for mud. Cruel is this world and cruel is me because my seam has busted open and I'm just like you and your just like me. We aim to pl