I guess it's true that I was meant to live this sensitive, spent it in the tent where I expected wins but slept in sin, pins had went in less when I had spoke with introspection, connections with some affection from inspections that only the heart can mention, in it's hidden chambers, though it's weak from strangers, gangbangers, better known as changers to the health upon this lone ranger, came with the pain that would reach the brain, contained, constrained, lanes change, under aim claims exclaim a game is to play but with cheats, when defeated, to the ones that never beat it but repeated it and needed deeds to peak, from reading pleasingly, you will feel as if you're cheated, screaming what this means to me, wings bring me to see, strings seemed to cling to me, shears of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, sings to me, hear fear free from being in this living being, written clear from me, crying in the same style proves you had bitten tears from me, feeling what is dear to me, I could only sue em back if I in fact had steered through sea, but I only neared to flee, giving all falls layouts, since cries were the way out, our lives were the payout, day-in and day-out.