Permanent 1. Look for the cure from my Time wasting the veil of thoughts protects me from conventions i hope my boredom will disappear in a short time. I hope my boredom will disappear in a short time.
Sunshine is you, The open door is waiting. Let's play .The rules conflict with Exceptions. Once Everything comes back into the box box. It's all up to you When will be Your next breath Ch: Hap.. I'm not sure. When early morning comes You, do not be late, decide something else And look Like responsible someone With her shellac nails. 2. Dead fish sings its sad song italian words burn in your fringe pan The gleam of your scale When i am underground Rush through my illusions when it was my turn.
Colors and feelings, signs tried to mislead you. This evening Pride takes off its gilding coat. it will attract you Improving your wrong belief. you will not want to go back, if you reveal the truth.
Nothing is wrong Everything will change Everything will vanish one or another day. We are all one