did it start with all the pressure with the promise of a gem did you cut it with your tongue like all that you condemn, did the band wrap round like the words you snare or was it wholly circled and you just the heir, It looks tarnished and beaten with sickly green hues but it still sparkles in the light every time it moves, it makes your hand look pretty wrapped around my neck with all its worth its just an aesthetic wreck, A shine so bright but you can see right through a pathetic lineage, thats all they knew.