bends, from my hands
I keep some sand
by my hand, i live
shy, you will lie
I call inside
deep my smile
I speak.

nonsense seems popular to me, and the tv is speaking
lime on my arms as i pet it.

sand, if the sand
is like some tense
my things do same
as sham.
call, down my flow
you shift the hole
around my hall,
i've lost

your head?
is she flowing all around my chair?
in my feeling you were died for me
as I said, painted red, as I said
bye!
you will call me, as you are down my eyes
i will do it as I am feeling, die!
as I pray,
i can say,
as today
they won't find your head!