My blessing is a curse
if time would reverse
It wouldn't ****** work
but beauty sprouts from dirt ;

Uhh ;
what the **** is wrong
Travelin that narrow *** road too long
thin line like a tight rope like a thong
Weak in the legs when she look like a fawn..

Devils head strong fed from gnawin off my back
my flesh heal slow nd they constantly attack
Intact
unfocused
Time would pass me by
i will not let you go
The apple of my eye