She

She got me up.

She got me down

But I feel different.

Because her flowers have changed I'm wondering if the devil changed it. 

I'm not trying to fall off.

Because the devil is being evil.

Thats why people don't see the D is stuck to the word evil.

All I have to do is stick to God and feel pity on the demons that feel weary.

Just give me a canvas  and I'll say words you havn't heard and make a picture with it.

She is wondering if she's universal.

Last time.

I made up my mind that she isn't right.

I'm winning everyday if I get in the fight.

Right now I just forget her.

Because I'm on my things.

Playing my life like a ncaa game.....

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