Seeing the lizard king move and seeing him dance, seeing his wicked laughter followed, by another wicked laugh it makes you feel sad; The fact, that in front of you stands the avatar of sadness, the king of the ******!
lately happiness seems to come and go like a lover who bores easily as i don't offer them enough to stay while the depression always returns like an abuser, it's fists made of ravage fire masquerading loyalty and love i know is insincere