I am sick of this cycle turning in the opposite directionyou made me so happy way back in kindergarten.The first kiss we created during recess at the daycareThe time out sessions nearby the closetsThey were beyond worth it.The children in the backgroundthey've always stayed in focusthe camera could never do it's justiceand I'm still sick to my stomach about it.the aperture was far too open for you to notice.Well the light blinds my expressionall of thee attention was never what I wanted in the first place.I've always had the darkest clouds above my head.Storms bring me nothing but problems, why?Signs for good luck are never good signs.They higher your hopes up just to see you die inside.Please lie to me and tell me that I am okaybecause it's getting worse.I guess when you're a kid stuck inside a candy storeyou're bound to get sick of everything.I have learned that signs for good luck are never good signsThey higher your hopes up just to see you die inside.
