Bearadactyl

And I feel that time's a wasted go, so where ya going to tommorrow? And I see that these are lies to come, would you even care? And I feel it, and I feel it. Where ya going for tommorrow? Where ya going with that mask I found? And I feel, and I feel; when the dogs begin to smell her, will she smell alone? And I feel, so much depends on the weather. So is it raining in your bedroom? And, I see, that these are the eyes of disarray Would you even care?