What you problem its this to need,
Wen i do so to much born it.
That way so crow in the to book,
You consperate it the the look.

What you ago to my six *****,
Wen you a need so much in bet.
What i o clock this is the book,
Sin to my skin that way ago.

Go to the boy set way to know,
That is being say is to quinn.
Go matherland for need for you,
So much to born it is for to.

That way begin.

Winter morning sunshine
I feel like rubbing my feet
Her voice is rather sweet
But her lips stink of brine

Blood on my lips
Hers rather dry
Winter morning sunshine
Now mine smell like brine

Not the sorrow of regret
Nor the V of indignation
I just feel like winter morning sunshine

That's i the need, were to you so much,
In the to book, looked in touch.
Go to you so, i understand,
What my so lone,
Go matherland.

Looked for need,
That way so bread,
Go understand, they so to guy.
So munching burn, that way o so,
Cant you so good, looked in blood.

It's not a lot, but it's enough.
One life is enough-
Enough to love, to laugh, to cry,
enough to dream, to create,
enough to be, briefly, under this big, bright sun.

even the anticipation turned into a nightmare

Field of overnight oats
so full of hippy goodness
I might live forever.

i take my heart and put it in the ground,
i feed it ash, and dust, and desperation,
and everything's that still remains untouched
by hurricanes, and fires, and floods, and earthquakes
of what must be a lifetime's worth of heartbreaks;
i wouldn't know, i've already lost count.
i took my heart and put it in the ground.