Pictures Of Me And The Moon

When will you breath?

Oh such posh,

Bloom big and make me smile, hit it in my head like a bullet from a rifle.
Bring back the day I felt overwhelmed with gain.

I'll swear, not damn you, wait.
I'll just shoot you.

I live by the one scent I wear on me till I go broke,
(pumpin na breathe) but when I breathe its how you choke.

Leave the memories and smile.

Scars revolve around your eyes in patterns only I can see,
who will you be?
When will you leave me sing lively and free?
who will you be?

Fortune! I can see you leave this place.

Oh goddess, moon love, beautiful lady.

Oh, okay you can take away the words.
Oh, okay you can borrow my eyes, I still wont bother.

Again, I owe you.
Get out of 2009.

Your map hides on top of the world, and its so easy to bring it down.