As i sit or stand i see my life drear and limited express
parts of my life is monstrous and the other parts of my life is immolated
my life exeunt in the morning sometimes life wants to swoon
i grow out of life into a denouement
life is gauche
can life really be awful
as life goes helves
some day in life i will be miss choomby
when my life is over i will be nativity again but nothing stands... scythe to mow in times in hope i will cry in life
so for right now in sequent... do contend in life
i still see my life a main
