And now the Cameras roll
Right now, it all ends
Ends to open another page of Survival Roll
All criteria thoroughly tends
It started like a fallacy from a courtship
Her parents ways, a clown to laugh over
Then, she was born to race over STARSHIP
Her dreams, she has only from, to the Tower
Many slumps, very many slopes
Obstacles of provoking attire that will make u purge
Or thoughts of the fact that many ways lead to Success Rope
Signature to the highest top she always forge
So many a night she lays to starve
With an Ocean of needs to **** she's got to serve
Boring lectures that summons all way home
Way, only way that leads to a future not necessarily tone
Now she's got it
Pains of countless hours have brought it
The happy faces she savored have got it
To be carried to the spot of stars she's beyond it
The sweats oF the start have turned Blood
Bloods of the first taste of hard-start have turned bones
The bones that refused to break carry this flesh that looks you
You are the victorious Victoria the trumpet should praise without due
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 2:39 AM UTC
And now the Cameras roll
Right now, it all ends
Ends to open another page of Survival Roll
All criteria thoroughly tends
It started like a fallacy from a courtship
Her parents ways, a clown to laugh over
Then, she was born to race over STARSHIP
Her dreams, she has only from, to the Tower
Many slumps, very many slopes
Obstacles of provoking attire that will make u purge
Or thoughts of the fact that many ways lead to Success Rope
Signature to the highest top she always forge
So many a night she lays to starve
With an Ocean of needs to **** she's got to serve
Boring lectures that summons all way home
Way, only way that leads to a future not necessarily tone
Now she's got it
Pains of countless hours have brought it
The happy faces she savored have got it
To be carried to the spot of stars she's beyond it
The sweats oF the start have turned Blood
Bloods of the first taste of hard-start have turned bones
The bones that refused to break carry this flesh that looks you
You are the victorious Victoria the trumpet should praise without due
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