Iím moving to my groove and, Losing each tune as I am cruising For a bruising to your choosing I stroke to different a view of you.
I trudge through your perdition. Your malice sparked ignition. Iím ablaze nothing to extinguish Set to parish to minuscule ashes.
Iím cruising for a bruising To your choosing Iím here for you and, Your aspersions set immersion, Obligated to demise and, your fake smiles with the fakes cries and, tools to pin down. Make it end now.
In my case, what if you are perceived as indigent but happy? I am not rich or wealthy but used my wits to get exactly what I want. I sustain myself and look and feel amazing and still compelled to do well in this moving world. At my own pace. I make my own rule as much as I can. I look in the mirror and see a sexy thing from the poor teen I used to beÖlol. That boy was hopeless. Then went to the army and seen true hopelessness. After my service I lost myself to heavy weed usage(abusive), thus turning me into the laziest nihilist I could imagine. Now that I use nothing, I can still see the...