I'll kill her someday.
Under my secret, window.
Denying all the way without fake.
Tis, true.
"God made me do it", I would say.
Murky water shallows my design
It was Him,
TRYING TO DRAWN THE WILL OF MINE.
What's the matter?!
I goodly behave as what the people cite.
My ears after my eyes are being hauled
Though never , ever!
ruin my soul.
Gospel, I believe in you not until,
Until the summer calls.

I'm fine, I'm alright,
just a little bit sick, though.