I'm outta here, I'll be back by the end of the year. Nothing sown, nothing growing. Feels like heaven, all your loven. We're all, made like a miracle. I dont wanna a Pri Madonna. Are you alone with your clone. There little time, less to be blessed. And, if you were abandoned. A liar will be thrown into the fire. Words travel far wherever you are. Really, we're supposed to love everybody. I'tell you what, everything's going to pot. We want it to be a reality. So long you've been in chains. You're just skin and bones, homes. My comments, I see who's loving. |
