Simmer down... lyrical ballad

 Simmer down 

Holdeth hands

Merry go 'round nursery rhyms

Didnt mean to do it Lost track of tine

In the mere ignorance Of how hard it is to raise a kid to have moralled values

While i sit here wondering where the twin light fae speaketh my name. but no love comes from the thrall. And peckish situation makes art come to life

In my garter belt i shrink the situation. Untill it all evolves,,; until the punctuation fills my breathes and dreamers disease flood my gasm mind