♩♪♫♬♭♮♯
The narrowing of my wideness.
The shortening of my tallness.
The surfacing of my depth.
The outwarding of my chest.
It’s harrowing, love my try Sis.
Reporting above a wall and
it’s hurting, love my best.
It’s hard to win when you die and
I’m starting to make you cry and...
The taming of my wildness.
Blaming me you are childless.
It’s a shame to make you die.
Didn’t want a way to make you cry.
♩♪♫♬♭♮♯
The narrowing of my wideness.
The shortening of my tallness.
The surfacing of my depth.
The outwarding of my chest.
It’s harrowing, love my try Sis.
Reporting above a wall and
I'm working on my test.
It’s hard to win when you die and
I’m starting to make you cry and...
The taming of my wildness.
Blaming me you are childless.
It’s a shame to make you die.
Don’t tell me it’s got too late to try.
♩♪♫♬♭♮♯
The narrowing of my wideness.
The shortening of my tallness.
The surfacing of my depth.
The outwarding of my chest.
It’s harrowing, love my try Sis.
Reporting above a wall.
I’m for certain of my best.
It’s hard to win when you die and
I’m starting to make you cry and...
The taming of my wildness.
Blaming me you are childless.
It’s a shame to make you die.
You know I’m gonna be a crazy guy.
♩♪♫♬♭♮♯
The narrowing of my wideness.
The shortening of my tallness.
The surfacing of my depth.
The outwarding of my chest.
It’s harrowing, love my try Sis.
Reporting above a wall and
it’s hurting, love my best.
It’s hard to win when you die and
I’m starting to make you cry and...
The taming of my wildness.
Blaming me you are childless.
It’s a shame to make you die.
Don’t tell me it’s not too late to cry.
♩♪♫♬♭♮♯
The narrowing of my wideness.
The shortening of my tallness.
The surfacing of my depth.
The outwarding of my chest.
It’s harrowing, love my try Sis.
Reporting above a wall and
I’m working on my test.
It’s hard to win when you die and
I’m starting to make you cry and...
The taming of my wildness.
Blaming me you are childless.
It’s a shame to make you die.
Don’t tell me my thoughts, the baby cries.
♩♪♫♬♭♮♯
The narrowing of my wideness.
The shortening of my tallness.
The surfacing of my depth.
The outwarding of my chest.
It’s harrowing, love my try Sis.
Reporting above a wall.
I'm for certain of my best.
It’s hard to win when you die and
I’m starting to make you cry and...
The taming of my wildness.
Blaming me you are childless.
It’s a shame to make you die.
You know I’m gonna be a crazy guy.
♩♪♫♬♭♮♯
The narrowing of my wideness.
The shortening of my tallness.
The surfacing of my depth.
The outwarding of my chest.
It’s harrowing, love my try Sis.
Reporting above a wall.
It's hurting, love my best.
It’s hard to win when you die and
I’m starting to make you cry and...
The taming of my wildness.
Blaming me you are childless.
It’s a shame to make you die.
Didn’t want a way to make you cry.
Don’t tell me it’s got too late to try.
You know I’m gonna be a crazy guy.
Don’t tell me it’s not too late to cry.
Don’t tell me my thoughts, the baby cries.
You know I’m gonna be a crazy guy.
♩♪♫♬♭♮♯