Every once in a while, fit of the time. Pull up to the album of mine, plagiarized file.
Gaze into the abyss of embarrassment, comments that never scrutinise the things that ever happen here, the lines that spit out fear
Why? I don't know
Why? I don't care

As long as they enjoy these files and end up smiling sometimes, wide eyed with a beautiful smile, yeah a beautiful smile.
That's what I think of you, nevertheless of morally ambiguities that litter these hills. The hollow points of the cheesy dome are what I've made myself a comfy home.

I don't care, I don't want to; know the pain and agony of someone who speaks volumes to insane; interpretation and my frenzied creations of my imagination which end up in deprecation of myself. And my life. I could be here all night. Shoving in the nightmares I get, alright?

But this ain't about me, or my stupid tendencies that cannot possibly quantify hypocrisies.
Why? I don't care.
Why? I've done here.
Huh? I'm just scared
Huh? I'M DONE HERE!

I SAID I'M DONE.

Well that went well. Things that I want to do here is something I don't think most do. Because they are famous. Guess I don't have to worry about it. Heh.

I'm taking requests and once in a while when I'm done with a chapter or any other thing IRL, it's gonna be made.

Put them here:
I'd say the name, the rough theme, how the feel should be and maybe how the tempo goes?

I'm...gonna go sleep...it's a lot of minutes past midnight.