Feelin

I was painting the vivid skies while there's a brewed coffee, It doesn't matter to me now if it is a blank space or a movie. I go find some torture song and be as cruel as I was in 22 You see? I'm not as bad as Blood, I'm just as gorgeous as red. You like that unlavished style of me. A minted cardigan at midnight? Doesn't seem you were in trouble. Move smoothly as silk, I forgot that we aren't clean. But all those dresses I wore, they were all too well. Speak now oh dearest John. Let's see who is innocent while our eyes are open. It's been fifteen years since I dared breathe and be delicate. This story was enchanted but it almost haunted. It changed, and I got to burn what I used to hold while playing our song.