Confessional.
Open up let's examine truth.
For two seconds.
I'd move heaven
And the planets. To have that with you
You don't have a clue.
But you actually do.
And thats where plans I've made
Might stand a chance
Of fruition... plants that actually bloom
And can come true.
While my innerchild retreats.
I see my dreams like Saturn's moon.
Revolving around a planet.
Based on all your talent
And the love I have for you....
Do you ever see a wishing star.
And imagine you already have it.
Can't be death without
Destiny.
If God played a hand in planning.
So I sift through sands
On the beach of madness.
With an hour glass in my right
And a map to becoming Stan fan
Number one with out the current traffic.
Get it... current traffic.
Slur my words.
Thank God I **** left handed.
*** its taking so long
My hour glass is like a fertile birth of sand pit.
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 9:59 AM UTC
Confessional.
Open up let's examine truth.
For two seconds.
I'd move heaven
And the planets. To have that with you
You don't have a clue.
But you actually do.
And thats where plans I've made
Might stand a chance
Of fruition... plants that actually bloom
And can come true.
While my innerchild retreats.
I see my dreams like Saturn's moon.
Revolving around a planet.
Based on all your talent
And the love I have for you....
Do you ever see a wishing star.
And imagine you already have it.
Can't be death without
Destiny.
If God played a hand in planning.
So I sift through sands
On the beach of madness.
With an hour glass in my right
And a map to becoming Stan fan
Number one with out the current traffic.
Get it... current traffic.
Slur my words.
Thank God I **** left handed.
*** its taking so long
My hour glass is like a fertile birth of sand pit.
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