you cry about us

waiting for my turn to take the wrong bus. I take the death that light will ever at the end of the dark. mourn over us the wrong way kills whole mind podrida intact insensitive to their souls. waiting for my turn to take the wrong bus. I take the death that light will ever at the end of the dark. Not fulfill my promise. Why do not owe anything to anyone. For more than that what is not. Mourn on us is equivalent to pray to heaven that are always at night.