the wind is blowing hard. you had your face blown off. you drawned in the cozy relation. and you just idled away your youthful days your dearest days. you have to pay for it in the end.
even so you can not give up. the parts is still left here. you have the time to get.
then the sun turn up, put it on. draw up a curtain. when the day brake, wrench a lattice open. wake up! wake up! take in the air fully in your shrunken lungs. let the show begin. it's your times. wake up! wake up!
you miss just a little in the middle of this world. but you would be in gear again. if parts were scattered you can gather again. the chance come along to man who wishes.
though you had your face blown off, if you don't forget the core,you can take back your world.
if you can't consent, advocate! fight with it thoroughly. even if there is lover you might be gone back on whom. even though you come to a stop you don't push your way. try to wake up stubborn man. then you wake up, finaly "that" begin.
cause the light is too glaring for me. I just close my eyes. I'm not sleepy. I'm disgusted with their correspondence. I'm waiting for you to awake.
