she is in limbo when Jumbotron in Bogata has sports and impair action that any stampede rot with their indecision on Farc 12 and the art of shaving in locker room on field hoy
Left on the side of the road we couldn't do more than walk underneath the bright lights of the street in the autumn breeze of late June while my friends speed down in your best friend's car laughing 'cause they thought this could match us up. What they didn't know is that the time would never be right in between us. - (un)matched.
and puzzling part of tonight is laid with clean thought and forthright some they aren't really lies that tell me notebooks leer peers in jeers much darker than classroom strand with tardy replies hoy!?
You thought you could burn me Char me Scar me Oh how funny it was to see you Trying to ignite An already burning fire With a measly match -stop, you’re just going to hurt yourself
A match's sole purpose is to Burn out. Anything else, and they're simply a Waste of Space. It starts in the head, And in one quick motion, Flames. It moves fast, Consuming the entire match.