who could compile uncertainties as much as she do. as she sets her feet on the winded streets, da world seems to be hanging up. she holds this certain fetish fo the blinding lights; and its seems lik the rain's falling everyday. she thought; heaven's so unkind, so preposterous. nothin's stealing her time away, shes clinging onto the plebeians, so almost everyday. she wakes up knowing its a brand new day which inturn will become an estranged one.

so, she wanna sleep forever. under his skin that feels like home.

she've got evrythin she ever seek'd fo in life, and so; whats the missing piece in her?

lets turn chaos into life.

something about you, gonna hold on to that.