Helpless at her imperfection,
Taking over down the roads,
Thinking
"I can trust her in my apartment,
And try to remember
The memories they shared.
She made a !ist
That Sunday morning
Of all the things she had to do
And relying on her wanton needs
She could do this
She could do this...
And her tendency to " carry on"
And p!ot her life
And plot her d**h,
Were answered in her covenant,
Eliminate the negative.
Hey Jude ur psychic 2017
Reisa's New Years 2017