Hasanah in the Mist

I'm in the Mist

It's just too much for a little girl —
Got sick from cough by his smoke - vintage cigarette holder — my father,
You peel my shed — even secret itself needs to learn how to hide.

Lacerated my flesh shield — replenish my maroon,
Make me feel some fresh of new — now I'm standing in the court room, and..
the judge is the moon.

Such a cool gentleman in my skull,
Environment is full of calls because of you.

Attractive is not a math —
It's a new kind of moron subject..
and I'm so excellent in representing it.