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