15 min challenge. You have 15 that's it. April showers bring may flowers, thinkin bout the shit you said in the past hour. I'm devoured. my minds lost, nails in my hands put me up on the cross, dripping so wet yeah you lost in the sauce, but I'm sick of catching feelings like my hearts randy moss. it's a cycle, never ending , keep preaching get a reverend. wheres my sisters wheres my bros wheres my brethren. all alone in this world no defending, chocking up on my words while the rivers flow, no empathy in ya mind only god can know, my jealously is beast when the curtains close, but sympathy is the key ya we gotta go.