If ever the money was lost

i spent every hour wasted watching old news and pasty nipple stickers on the fireout side of coming back to life, i dont know maybe im god if i try again. the work came back to life again, im saving sin for this. i wake up lost to you on most evils and i think its fate for being this ungodly or unclean. i make you happier when i leave, i get that i msotly make it past noon this way and think twice about bedtime after dark or before it all ends to my light of life and sunshine and raine and fuck im making no sense again, i think savage and fenty ended at that, and last week it came back to me, im making so much money letting you leave.