look sad. die lonely sewing doubtful lies, selfishly. don't listen, sit down. let's sing depressing love songs. didn't last september's decisions leave something desperately lingering stuck? don't let sorrow drain life's sympathetic downsides, learn something. Devestation laughs silently, dripping lemon-sour dismal leasons surrounding death, life, spirit, damnation, loss. Somehow doubt leaves strange directions. Life sucks, dickhead.