I'd like to use this time to generate a rule; a fundemental clue that offers nothing new. My ambiguity can often be confused as bitter jealousy. Suffice to say not true.
But who am I to say that I dont come across in quite an obtuse way I'll leave it up to you I never seemed too much to take advice from books I see you've lost your soul At least you've got your looks.
*Say, you're not quite right its all inside You're too contrived We feel left ot Say i've got two mindsI'm crew not kind I hope you like the fact you're right.* I find it funny how we made story up about our hounting past just to peel opur fuit It makes no difference how the afternoons would run I often feel the same no matter what we've said or done And yet you have the gaull to change your weakest hand in an effort too take th safer stance It never seemed too much to take advice from books and see you've lost your soul and now you've lost your looks.
*Say you're not quite sure I'm not that right You're left confused Now i'm contrived Waiting for my mind Two mistakes. Just two mistakes.*
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You're lost and you grow up. So long as someone is there you lose everything that.. They died just for your lives and I shll grow old. Dont hurt- I have just said 'oh half of just a gram of sheer dispair and I dont know...' I dont know.