Harder to do than they still say or day,
Again, harder to do than ye can say that bowed,
With foreheads and my brain not and all my nerves,
When they squeeze the pain I realize you're unsted,
But I realized that do not Goblets,
I know that you're not dead till your blood is paint,
And I know that your blood is forever paint,
Since the cornflakes have fallen on my drain,
I know it's not my fault but it feels that way,
And I still feel the mark of pulling you paint,
The tug of the line's lacing by me,
girlfriend The ribs of my organ's full body in the flame,
And I just really want to wish you the best,
I know you've always had it the worst,
And I could name a thousand names that I would,
much rather want to get carried off in a heart,
And I would name all one thousand names,
just to test if there's a chance I could see you again,
And I would kill all one thousand names,
And I would say goodbye to you,
my friend