I am fed up with it so so
Always this grin.
Everything put on.
You know my history?
Well, gets n biscuit.
Do you listen to me, actually?
Do I talk against a wall?
Have you lost your brain on the way?
I hold you for machines.
overnight to all events forget.
Always of this cheerfulness
i must vomit
And this everlasting everybody is okay getue.
You have Tomaten on the eyes.
if everything finds fantastically
I thought you are my solution
rather you are my problem
Do you have pity?
I do not need this!
Not from you...
Passes where the pepper grows.
I go alone
There I am snail house