Right now, I feel like I could do it. and everything is possible and I will beat everyone else in my way and come out victorious.
I dare say, I have made a song already. But I am afraid I will not tune it the way it deserves to be heard.
And all these feelings were produced through wrath, anger, jealousy and blue velvet
I do not focus well, so when I do feel like I am in the middle of heaven and hell, I want to take this chance to finish my desires.
God be good to me, and I will praise him in the depths of my heart, as I serenade to his creations with my ever flowing sadness.
I am in my own world and in my world, I crush everyone
Right now, in my heart, there is euphoria. I am in heaven. I am satisfied. I am insanely sane.
why the flying fuck must I do all the fuck work?
I don't know whether to call this passionate or possessive
it's a laugh to think that you can make it.