Villainess's Sweet Everyday

Just wasting so much time on promenades to bury their lives and reach the breath of suffocating death in incredible quantities dropping the weight of the name Trouble, this is the first day so permanent, just something that vaguely lived I was singing about my stupid, pathetic, congratulatory life, something like Jelly, something terribly similar to a coarse shirt that just stitched together hard moments, and that should look miserable. Sadly, I don't have the power to penetrate the iron pan with a single punch, and the understanding is approaching that this situation is the same, and oh, it's been left again. Let's run.