A moment.

Alright Start the start the climbing Long time ago I think it’s good Not much a choice I came here to hit the books Long hair red lips by the end of the year my hair is cooked Moving on I like this song But seriously I’m shook It’s the next peace the next feel the next book Pages on pages on how live I think True Good Hit the bag get mad be type sad Not too late oh so great Left new face Burn on burn I felt that gate Open now close I chose Soft glow Hmm Damn fuck it Burn it up then touch Soft socks And cuddle and a locket Pretty face pretty name Gate Gate Hate Hate Name Name Place Next up set it up still hit hard Damn Full book no names good facts way it stays No more wall no more tall More crawl more stall More look once then call Burn on burn Ever so quiet An instrument that just too silent I play out Bank Thresh out Quiet Song new glow Some old book I know