They said the numbers were at equal. They set the tone; I felt divided. The calculations were a sure thing; I didn't buy it. I took the line; I took the time, tried to spread it out. I couldn't find a single sign that felt the same. Your ten is my two, and in the contrast, where are you? What's your name? I checked your figures. I reassessed and reassigned in order to try and find how you got your numbers. They didn't match; I guess the test was the only thing that's blind. The scales were weighted; tilt it left, tilt it right until it suits your needs. How you got your numbers.. Doctor results to fit the goal, a tempered guarantee. I vacate these educations, safely saving the divisions away from the scales you're swinging. And the decision's the autoclave; it's creating pressure releasing me, unsure.
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