The update referred to be news has always been something tragic no good in news for reference its already done can't undo deeds tried not to be headline to the perfect imperfections many slain blood prayed you also least you be taken in perfect time to be recreated as a perfectionist up above in our belief,

Feelings found in leaves makes everyone unstable insecurely the leaves felt nice left me wild to myself unstoppable by my worries am starting to feel isolated is this reality or an illusion taking my mind of reality I need a dream of how it feels to live like them.
Its nothing nice relating to problems seeing stretched hands in demand for help believing it's our call to render that which you can't register we would be mess believing some help descends from air shouldn't we live for ourselves.
I was mistaken it gonna be alright it such a dead rose in acknowledging hope I felt weak hearing to that false assist to help with goals was blinded by leaves looking back at days of pedaling in nuisance wasted opportunity am broken inside with a little spark left inside to lighten up,will the flame be enough to lit the smoky presence I settled for am in a quest for greatness conquered by love I found non approving.

I dreamt of we again saw her this time it felt real the urge and touches I couldn't make what my heart desired I knew I wasn't prepared for her blossom but I asked for them she laughed and moved away like she wasn't ready here she was with him greatly satisfied in pleasure oh this is evil what I got from being me staying true.