my name is grace that's the name I was given and I like that name, all the same I am wired to complain about the hardships in the rain of our vain hypocritical place; i am grace ~
i dont really know what i was going for here but yeah anyways
i am tired of this old routine what does it mean? ask the mayor or the minister - im sure their answers might be sinister but why should I care now when i never have before because i see a little piece which is a little less plain than the traffic and the cranes building more for my complaints i am strained i am trying to retain but the knowledge i have gained, it is vain and retiring i am fine just fine just tired and trying