you make me the saddest but I’ve never cried because of you. I think my eyes are holding back
years of practice. my mind i think is in turmoil, beside itself. it makes me think diffirently
than before – it is like a malfunctioning beast, its not working as it should and its sad to see.
like a lion shakes and sudders infected by the disease, it doesn work as it must.
my mind is made by you