Lesson Of Joy
My joy of success lies on the hands of my guitar. As the presidium in the life that takes the strive of this hard ironic experience. Forever now tell the lies in the lesson of joy.
To see what they say like the star that have died. The repetitive process of people that goes on intell you heap. Things that never seem to happened, by the time that has no meaning in the world we comperhend. See the one that brings the depressant out of the adolescent. For what see bring will be gone as long as I see. We held discrimination towards the values of ignorance we received. The mindlessness and unfairness they said to be done in the rationality we believe.