Soak the pain and strain from my body, hands and fingers.
He was a mysterious looking man.
Write about anything that grieves,
And I got as far as opening up my email.
Don't try to alter them, or repost it, like a twitter post.
It's tough, honestly, trying to get accustomed to people who only,
It's called a Spring Awakening
The after thought of some bad decision.
I'm getting jacked up on my words