I say, I'm utterly wrong about what is perfect in my mind. My opinions are full of inconsistencies that force me to change my style, but in that I can still learn how to fly. My ideas will still evolve even after I die, and my IP address will be public knowledge in the future, for her to know everything I was inside.
I'll be with life at that time, and after that
Who gives a rat's what any believer think's this side of their mind.
I'll be with life at that time, and after that
Who gives a rat's what any believer think's this side of their mind.
