My bebe lira
Lights will guide you home and ignite your bones

Because I can’t.. Or maybe I can.. So what if I don’t.. But again if I did.. Why would I ever or why would I never and if I were to but yet I were not what would that matter too..sick as I am or well as I’m not.. What do I care it’s all that I’ve got..

"All becomes lost before my tired eyes"