What's this. That I see. Have you turned yourself from thee. You are not. What you portray. Any longer.. . Well. There it is. No more comfort. Will comfort me.
Enter state. I watched you confirm all of my fears. Have given birth. . Offer me. Offer me. Offer me some restraint. Not for this. Not for this. It cannot take place.
I'm the bagpipe that is bursting. I'm the shuffleboard at night. Your eyes they swim like oceans. Every word is a lovely rhyme. You're sporadic and so lovely.