just to survive, you gotta come at me, come at me. Its not a surprising thought, initially, it's part of disease. send me to sea, quiet and glad to be, making my own rules, just the waves and me. Wrecked from the start, no anchor no parts, im directing my own life this time. i've done it now, what my mind always drew, it's coming true, no development crew, salt water no food.
