TUNNELS CROSSING IN DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS, IT’S NEVER SEEN, IT’S ALL SO THIN, DIFFERENT
MATCHES AND OVER CREATED BACK LASHES AND WHITE BIG NAILS. I SUCCEED WHERE NO ONE FAILS.
SOFT AS COTTON TAKE ME UNDER A THOUGHT ABOUT LIFE AND DEATH AND HOW SAD IT IS.
SOME ACHIEVE A STAMP IN WORLD HUMANITY. THERE’S NO OTHER WAY KEEP ON ATTEMPTING,
ON THE TOP THERE’S A PLACE FOR ALL OF US BUT THE SKY IS NOT SMILING. WHERE DO WE BEGIN?
IT’S ALL GOOD, AND WE’LL FINALLY BE THERE. WHERE DO I FIND ALL THAT MAKES NO SENSE.
